My life is fairly simple. The details seem vague and unimportant for the most part except for one thing: it is defined by the blood of Jesus Christ. He is the image of the invisible God, and He swept into my life changing it forever. I owe my last breath to His cause, and I am consumed by the meaning of His love. My righteousness is as filthy rags compared to His absolute perfection. He has washed me whiter than snow and made me beautiful in His sight. My heart aches with a heaviness I cannot explain for the ones who have not yet understood and accepted this unfathomable love.