I was always quite sure of myself. But, now…

I was always quite sure of myself. Of my perception and my judgement.

In the recent season, I’m not so sure. 

What do I know?

What can I see?

How do I know what the person has gone through?

What God has in mind for that person?

I can only see the dots in my finite view. 

Not the millions of dots that God had painted when he created the person; when he created me.

So what do I know?

Except that God is the Master Creator.

Except that He is God, God, God. 

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