Conformed

This past week, the thought that has been hitting me over and over again as I deal with sickness and a certain kind of homelessness called cough surfing without a car is this: Being conformed to the image of Christ.

He was homeless, and now I am, too.

He suffered, and I do, too.

To know Him more… it’s all this life is about. To know Him more. To be conformed to the image of the Master.

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