there are moments when i get glimpses of heaven. in recent history there’s been times in worship, watching acts of selflessness, a time when a kid at base camp recited a verse from memory, people repenting, listening to people when they're talking to God or about God. each is such a beautiful occurrence and often i get goosebumps during. i’m convinced there is a link and i’m grateful for a tangible expression of god’s presence. call me crazy.
i got bored of french music.
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Hahahaha.
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