Seeing is not always believing

The sign in front of my apartment complex read, “Seeing is believing!” This advertising slogan was intended to entice prospective tenants to consider living there, but I barely noticed it. I barely noticed anything.

The day my dad passed away, my heart broke. I couldn’t seem to pray. I quit studying the Holy Bible. I stopped going to church. And I began to live recklessly: I rarely ate, kept in constant motion, and was indiscriminate in my social life. But one evening as I walked in the Sonoran Desert under a sherbet sunset sky, I heard in my thought, “Jennifer, seeing is not believing.” And at that moment, I was healed of grief. I felt light again! 

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