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.