Fearing loneliness isn’t “bad”; it’s our perfect nature.
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Do you feel like a failure in God’s eyes when you sleep each night? Then why is the deeprest of depression “bad”?
Wishing we have “ears to hear” above the din of judgmental self-talk
Frolicking in the tranquil stillness of nature’s own blanket…whispering at the wonder… serene scene’s quiet beauty
Do we “snap out of” divine moments because they are too much for us?