What if trust was like purse strings one could loosen until the leathery pouch of belief lay open to receive divine-gold coins?
What if those gold coins clinked as they landed on the inside, the velvety vulnerability we humans call the heart?
And in the clinking, we could absorb confidence in a Creator who cares far more for us than we could ever imagine. READ THE ENTIRE POST…
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