a father’s love
currently writing this from the sky, a 14 hour flight to qatar. I sit and listen to all the different languages all surrounding me, I can only think about one thing. love is universal. It can be seen and felt with no boundaries. everyone can give and everyone can receive. our father gives us so much love, not so much in words , but in actions.
whenever i fly I can never seem to stop thinking about God’s creations. right as our plane broke the barrier into the clouds, I noticed the child in the row next to me, and his father seated at the window seat. the child pointed and gazed...