But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.
MARCH 12, 2021 — Tonight, as I sit in the quiet of the moment, listening to sounds of piano and the seaside, I find once again, this protective shell—hardened by trials and sufferings—fall apart, revealing my heart's persistent and faithful desire: for the salvation and eternal companionship of my dear missing friend, for whom I would gladly lay down my life. Though, she will not be the first.
For if God should call me away to some distant place,
To serve in a land I could never call home;
To never again see her face;
And live out my days forever alone;
I am bound by God's infinite love to go.
And thus would I go.
And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.