I think back to one Sunday, sitting in church, listening to a message preached by my grandfather. It was a special occasion that day, and he chose to preach on the topic of "Hannah", from the Bible. Of course, we know how the story goes. How she prayed and longed so much for a child. And finally, God heard her cry. I can remember sitting there just trying to get through the message, holding back tears. No. I'm nothing like Hannah. Nor is my story. I'm not trying to compare. But, her story does give me hope! Sometimes, the best miracles take time! It's been a few years since that Sunday in church, and NO, I still haven't seen my miracle. But, I have seen God move in different ways in my life! I'm finding it easier to trust Him with the small things, and in time, hopefully, I will see just the miracle I have been seeking!
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