Some nights, I used to cry a lot. At a point it became a norm that defies timing. I could cry in the morning, afternoon and night. It was like I didn’t know what I would have done without my tears. . . but I was wrong.
Even when I knew God loved me, I still would cry. In my lukewarmness as a Believer, I still would cry.
Even when I was beyond convinced that my sins He remembered no more, I still cried.
When I read that Bible passage that says “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” I still cried.
Why did I cry even though I knew that word of God?
I realised it was all because I wish I could see His plans already. I wish…
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