Sometimes it’s a mystery. Ofttimes, when I’m at my weakest, when it seems God’s most not around, He’s there.
Like a sigh, a voice of a friend, or something I’ve seen somewhere that reminded me of Him.
Sometimes it’s a mystery. Ofttimes, when I’m at my weakest, when it seems God’s most not around, He’s there.
Like a sigh, a voice of a friend, or something I’ve seen somewhere that reminded me of Him.