Once, friend asked me:
"Do you always tell your stories to God with so-many-details?"
"Not really. He know everything even I dont tell him, right? Anyway, He made my stories happened"
"Well, how can you do that? Why do you discriminate Him among your best friends?"
God wanna listen my stories whereas I forced Him to just give me the solution.
Pathetic part II.
We're both just people who worry about the breaths we take, not how we breathe.
Faith makes all things possible. Hope makes all things work.
May all of you have both of them for this Christmas. Sooo, once again, HAPPY CHRISTMAS readers!