Lord, I have os many questions. “Why this and why that?” I’m like a curious child. I’ll bend your ear when I finally get to heaven and can ask them all. It occurs to me, though, that by then none of them will matter. I will be just so happy to have made it to the place you’ve prepared for me, where cares and worries, sickness and fear do not exist. Then all that is unknown to me here will be known, and I will have full understanding and wisdom as you promised.
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