But, as I sit here typing, I hear a soft peal of thunder in the background, and in that bizarre way that bad weather has over me, I feel comfortable knowing that if danger is stinging the edges of these clouds, I’m as helpless as anyone else to it, and so, why worry. No, instead, I’m thinking to myself: I might as well take a nap – what happens is going to happen, either way.
June 4, 2009
I feel pretty sure God said He was going to stop doing that to people.
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