Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is who he says he is because I read about the miracles in the New Testament, I read about him healing and the woman touching his robe and his power is so very evident.
And then I lose a child whom God could have easily saved and I don’t see it in my own life, not in the radical kind of way I want to.
But then he goes and heals someone else, right as I’m doubting.
And it blows my mind…
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