To Finity

Sometimes I think the hardest part of this human life is being finite.

If I had more time... if I had more energy... if I had more knowledge.

And yet to come to the end of myself, as frustrating and maddening as it usually is, means that I have found a boundary. And within the boundaries of my finiteness, I can be secure.

What trouble breeds in insecurity!

Oh, that I may know the truth of me, and may the Truth of He set me free.

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