As a child, I eagerly ran home from Sunday School to tell my dad that God made me. "No, He didn't; I made you." "No, God made me." "I made you." To this, I replied simply by lifting my sleeves to reveal my birth mark, and I said, "Well, you didn't do a very good job!"
God used even my rebellious faith to cause me to cling to Him.
viernes, noviembre 01, 2013
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