Just a thought!

I admit I stumble more than I climb, more than most. I wander in the distractions. My knowledge falters beneath time. But the struggles and sufferings have taught me the core, matured me, and experience combats forgetfulness. A strange mysticism whispers around me. God is always there in the end. He always will be. That's who He is. Whether I choose to ignore Him, or get wrapped up in other mundane or worldly things, He is there. Ask, Knock, Seek...those three words...it's as simple as that. (Anonymous)


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