I've spent more "quiet" time with God in the past several months than I have in my entire life. Time where I just sit with Him or He comes and sits with me. I've sat out on the porch for countless hours and just felt Him there with me. He's watched me go through one emotion and to the next. He's seen me happy, sad, and completely angry. I wasn't able to find words most of the time, but He knew what was going on inside of me. I'd get so frustrated with myself that I would break down and cry and could only say "Dad!" If anyone could paint a picture of the real scene there on the porch, they would paint God and I sitting together, my hand in His as my soul bled and He silently imparted healing and strength and peace into my spirit.
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