I will say much through this horizon, which has become my longer-term living plain, throughout this Philosophy. God has hammer-pressed His truth home through the hot desert flames of affliction. While formal education remains significant, God’s finishing school of suffering, would take this to a whole nother existential level. Not only has this increasing pit of illness humanised me in the Jesus-like, Gospel-infusing-sense, it has also challenged me on the believability of my-then, core declarations; particularly my understanding, application, and integration of this Gospel as the true stable location of my identity, which is cosmically in Christ alone, but must stay there as a minute-by-minute function-into-practice. This tends to become more resonantly vital through the temporal functions of tangible reality, where we look for meaning in the gifts, and not the Giver. This period has contained both the best and worst times of my life. I have had to let-go of many good hopes and deep-seated dreams in this present expectation, which is only been possible as my entire existence becomes daily right-sized by the Gospel, as this makes clear, I already have been given everything I really need. But there are still so many good things that I have desired, but God has said, “No, No, No, My Child.” This is true Arrested Development, Mr Wendal. This period continues to bring new definition to my life about the most important realities of existence, right-sizing any definition on how to best use my remaining time.
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An appropriate visual metaphor for the darkness of a suffering night, coupled with the hope of the Gospel, which illuminates with truth about the promise of the approaching dawn, making the appearance of one seem more like the other, as any light and momentary affliction becomes properly-sized by the eternal weight of glory.