When I think of my life— How much I’ve given, How deeply I’ve felt, How much I’ve invested, Only to be met with silence… ignored— I pause. And then I wonder… How does God cope? I mean, come on— He takes crap from over 2 billion people every single day. How doesn’t He lose it? Break down? Lash out? Vent? It’s strange… Unique, even. It leaves me in awe. And all I can do is sit… and ponder. I guess He’s God. There’s no limit to His patience, His mercies are new every morning, His love is unshaken— Through the thick, the thin, The good, the bad, And the downright ugly. He loves when it’s hard. He stays when we wander. He listens when we rant. And somehow, He never stops giving. To sum it all— We are imperfect people Serving a perfect God. 🤍