I know God is faithful and yet I still doubt.
Jacaranda blooms in spring gloriously on this patch of the earth.
In late Springs, I enjoy strolling down the street where they are all lining up and yearning each other. Romantic poems written about the magnificent jacaranda.
Yet, my inclination to jacaranda is God comes through by illustration of its splendour Spring after Spring overcame the nakedness in Winters.
“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin.”
God IS Faithful!
