I can drive down the road, sobbing my eyes out, screaming at God because I don’t understand why things happen. I can critique and complain and cry. He hears my heart and He knows and understands exactly why I feel that way. He loves me anyways. That’s my God.
Naps are tricky because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed or you have a headache, dry throat, and are unaware of what year you’re in.
