Escaping back into the world has been a practice at futility as I’ve made my attempt at least once every year since being saved.
I have broken out from the grasp of the mighty hands of my ugly flesh and inhaled the scent of the holy spirit once more and it’s the best high I’ve had since my first few years of this new life. As the days go by and I slowly breath out the fumes, I cant get away from the smoke. It’s like “hotboxing”. My flesh hates it. It wants to get out of the car, but all the others say ”nah man, you’re going to let the smoke out”. Hahaha, if you’re reading this and thinking what the hell is he talking about, then that is definitely a good thing. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I go, it just doesn’t matter. I’m always thinking about church, about soul, and about love. This is a trait of a true addict. No matter where you go, where you’re at, you just want to get high, you want to take another hit. The awesome thing about this high is, you don’t have to do a damn thing. You just think about certain words that came into your heart and think back to what kind of life you lived before, and you get these tingles and your eyes get all warm. It’s a spiritual high that is felt without doing or being anything or anyone. You’re just you, the soul, the child of God. Marshall Faulking crazy. Amazing. Incredible.
High ‘Til I Die….
You wanna hit this?
Brother Jimmy