We get used to living in the cold and the dark, and often don't realize what we're missing out on. Or maybe we sort of do, but we suck it up and deal because we're used to the pain that's always there – the grief, the disease, the abuse, the resignation, the attitude. This is our weather, our lot, our destiny, whatever.
What if it doesn't have to be that way, though? Will we accept His goodness, or will we focus on the fear of getting burned?
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