The one to whom we pray knows our feelings. He knows our temptation. He has felt discouraged. He has been hungry and sleepy and tired . . . He nods in understanding when we pray in anger . . . He smiles when we confess our weariness . . .
He, too, knew the drone of the humdrum and the weariness that comes with long days . . . God became flesh and dwelt among us.
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<3 aaw.. Liker å lese!
ps.Velkommen tilbake til bloggverdenen :P hehe.
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