It came in the form of a bitter colleague, a reminder to pray.
It came in the form of words, an acknowledgement.
It came in the form of an email, a reminder of His blessings.
It came in the form of a struggle, a desperation for peace.
It came in the form of a stranger, who smiled serenely in the midst of frustrations.
It came in the form of a servant, who simply loved.
It came in the form of a friend, that shared in the painfulness of the world.
It came in the form of a memory, of a promise.
There must be a reason. There must.
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