Last night my dad and I were going to have a driving lesson. Fun. Of course, you need to know where your permit is to drive. I swear I tore my room apart looking for it. Any place I could think of, I looked. That stupid little paper, however valuable it may be, was lost. I sat down in the middle of my room and stomped my foot like a little kid. "GOD! YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TELL ME?!"
I can just visualize God sighing and shaking his head.
I have one thing to say.
I'm such a little brat.
The suffering won't last forever. It won't be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ-eternal and glorious plans they are-will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, He does. - 1 Peter 5:10&11
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