To the city in Puke-opolis:
I Jeffrey a servant of Christ have been inspire to send words to you. There are a few of your townspeople that I know; however not all of you. There is a God that I serve that is stronger than our weakness: this disease. When the acid flows from my mouth and I tremble in pain, or fear of death there is comfort. Gosh my throat hurts when I cough and I can't seem to get this junk out. Yet somehow I can't seem to wipe this dumb grin off my face. The beauty of this now being all I have. Yolo! But this isn't even life, this is basically pre-life. To anyone who is ailed with this I pray for right now. May God bless your stomach, your body and your throat. Let His servants find you. These children want to protect you, and watch you heal: to be your care takers. I am very weak; I have care takers. Thank God for every single one of them. Without men and woman standing with me as my body wages war with itself I would fail. God's children are His hand in my life, let His hands touch you.
Spread what I have to say to those on the outskirts of your city and any that can benefit.
i don't claim to be perfect i usually am wrong with what i say i over complicate things and i try to mix myself where I'm not need I'm angry at some who love me so deeply i push when i need to pull my words can be clutter and confuse this is not my intent what i want you to see is that i am just one who seeks after a life that is more than earth in the only way my mind can understand i wish i read a bible every day prayed all the time and ministered in every moment/opportunity these things can't save faith hope and love can
Romans 8:28
Dare you to check it out and think about legitimately loving someone(God) who makes things work.
