This is my stuff from God. Sometimes He lofts it right into my lap. Other times, I have to fall flat on my face in order to understand what he’s trying to share with me. For some reason, both ways work, and I'm always the one who gains from it. I used to wonder why God loves me. I mean me! Who am I that he should even care. Ask yourself that, and wait for his answer. He will. I know because he answered me on the very day when he knew I’d listen.
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