How Did I Get Here?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Jun 21, 2018
The world continues to move, but I am stuck. How do deep moments of grief, loss, and unrelenting sorrow allow us to experience God on a deeper and more intimate level? As I've begun the journey of emptying myself in tears and utter desperation, I have uncovered a peace and joy that surpasses my understanding. As humans, we aren't meant to understand God, but experience Him and know Him richly.
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