The Unseen Worshipper
A nineteen year old’s experience with God
What makes us who we are? I have pondered this question over and over. Is it the way we were born, or the circumstance in which we die, is it the lessons we learn or the situations that brought about those lessons. But one thing is for sure about the heart, the pump of life others call it, the organ which when stopped results in the end of all the others. It is constant never stopping to take a break or needed to grab a bite to eat during lunch hour. It has fully submitted to the body and unlike the eyes the hands the legs noone is able to fully appreciate the work it does.
Like the heart pumps out the life of the body
Blood
The unseen worshipper pumps out the life of the soul
Love
1 comment:
It seems so surreal that you were 19 when you started blogging. I mean, thats how old I was almost a month ago! I wonder if you feel the same way I do when you go back and read stuff you had written in the past...
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