God talks in many ways. Only the humble in heart will know if it is really God talking.
This week, God loves talking to me through cool trucks. Yeah, cool trucks.
Yesterday, I was absolutely exhausted from going around a place I am not so familiar of, I blurted to God: 'God I do not know anything! Help me!' Then out of the traffic, I saw a bright orange truck with plate number: JER 33:3.
This morning, I asked God: 'God what do you want me to do?' I saw a dirty truck with PSALM 37:4 written on its side.
Ok. Ok. Hands up. So, I write.
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