but I still feel like that baby cub in the picture. In complete awe — a dose of fear, but finding comfort in Him. [...] I look and realize (think of scene when Simba is lying in the grass & he “sees” his father in the skies) … He’s all around me. I don’t need to find him, but He is ALWAYS here right by my side. I don’t need to run. EVER.
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