There is hope for the unrighteous and for those who seek after him in righteousness.
I saw the great tunnel of hell.
The scavengers of soul,
gnashing their teeth as they laugh and scorn thee to stupor.
Although,
I have tasted of thy righteousness, the commitment of the only Holy of Isreal.
But,
here I was, lying down for days without hope for recovery, until the night you showed up and tapped me extensively.
Son, thy sin is forgiven.

“Illness teaches, yet it tarnishes. It can define, but it prefers to refine. Illness has potential to divide, but it can reconcile. You are not your illness, yet your illness will shape who you become.
To the righteous God, I doff one's hat in righteousness.

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