I woke up hoping Spain would lose. God tell me You are not serious. "If Spain wins.. " I shouldn't have bet with You. Now i'm left hanging, don't know what to do or react.
A cheesecake that was once something precious to me became butter for bread. thats how it is, finally.
The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child.
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
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