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the Seeking Years- May 11, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 10, 2021
  • 1 min read

In my twenties I said to God:


“I can’t stand it when I don’t feel Your love.

It’s horrible, depressing, I ache and . . .”


He interrupts,


“Would you rather be tortured

starving homeless crippled abused

blind or terminally ill?


“But Lord”, I say, “that is exactly what it feels like.”


God sighed,


“My son, what do you think brings me closer?”

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