Sometimes, you look upwards towards the blue sky and ask, Father, how? But in the heart of the storm, you batten down the hatches, snuggle up as close as you can to faith, bracing for that next powerful burst of wind, hoping that the rain will cease, wondering where that next blast of sun light will break through… Father, when?
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