When asked the question "when was your closest encounter with God?" in church last Sunday, I was reminded of that night after meeting Dad five years ago when I was down on my knees, crying to God thanking Him for changing the hatred in my heart towards my own father to a heart of love for this man again. It was my closest encounter with God.
Winna and Ruth bought me this metal figurine from South Africa two years ago. Talk about blogging my reflections after seeing it two years later... ... Experiences in life does affects one's life perspectives. So, nothing happens for no reason. There is always a purpose for everything.
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