God rocks! There are countless mentions of God as our rock. A rock of refuge. The rock that gives honey and water. A mountain stronghold. A firm foundation, unshakeable, immovable, immutable. What he has been, he will ever be. If you trusted him when you were six, if you prayed and he delivered when you prayed for a red gumball out of the gumball machine, then why do you fear to bother him now? Why do you fear at all? If this God took time out of his day to make a red gumball drop into your six year old hand because he loves you, what makes you think that now that your sixty, he has any less love for you? Has less interest in giving you good gifts?
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