What if
everything in the world
were a
misunderstanding,
what if
laughter
were
really tears?
Søren Kierkegaard
[Søren Aabye Kierkegaard]
(1813-1855)
Ponder that.
Because sometimes doesn't it seem that that must be the case?
How is it that that which I knew I needed more than breath itself, I got...and, guess who's sorry now. On the other hand, that which I dreaded, avoided, lied, cried, and pleaded for God to take away...wow! I gave up the fight, and now it's how did I ever get so blessed as to be graced with this rare and precious gift?
That's the only proof I need to show my reasoning mind that it is a useful tool for God to use...but it's never going to be the best driver of my life.
Thank You.
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