sometimes i wonder why i fret so much when i can just turn to the Word and read this:
"But if it were I, I would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him. He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. He bestows rain upon the earth; he sends water upon the countryside. The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety."
((Job 5: 9-11))
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