That realization at 2:27 in the morning that "this is what I'm made for", that moment is what I should strive for every day.
That moment that is worth sacrificing sleep for because it tunes you in with a God that so cleverly (too cleverly for full comprehension) placed each part of you in such a way as to fulfill the plans he has for you.
That is the air I breathe. And the rest is toxic, makes me sick.
And by some kind of speechless grace, I'm alive. Against all odds, breathing.
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