"Yet God makes everything beautiful in its own time."
"Even death?" I questioned. "Even if my son dies? That's beautiful? Who are you? Either you are a cruel God or you don't even exist!"
My anguished heart found the answer to these questions. Not in one day. Not with one simple answer. But through daily encounters with my God through the darkness of grief. His presence became undeniable as I endured the pain of scattering my son's ashes in an ocean of tears. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Khai to Kai.
Yes, it's true. God makes everything beautiful in its own time. Join Greeta and discover the beauty in the ashes of your life.
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