Long term thinking does more than help me make better decisions. It
helps me remember the promises of God for heaven. It helps me recall
the perfection of what God has promised and that the best days this
life can offer can never approach the bliss of what is coming. I have
lost some of this hope and I must get it back.
I am wondering today whether the injustice at our old church has
worn on Dave enough to contribute to his weariness—whether he is
sicker now because that happened then. It’s possible. I know it
still weights heavily on him. There’s nothing to be done about it
now, of course, but it does make me think about all of those times in
a different way.
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