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Recently, I was privileged to bring a message of inspiration to a Hispanic congregation. At the moment when I shared that my vision had closed in completely, as planned, a person turned off all the lights. In chorus, the church gasped. As I spoke with some attendees, the most prevalent comment was this: “We couldn’t wait for the lights to come back on. It was an uncomfortable feeling not to be able to see.” “Sure is,” I said. “Life stinks when we can’t see. But more so when we cannot see God’s hand working in our lives, what He’s providing, and the miracles He performs each moment.” BTW, your ability to read this is only one of your many miracles. |
Thank you for sharing!
