The best has yet to come

When I begin to lose hope I always remember my grandmother soft weak voice telling me "read Jeremiah 29:1" Saying everything will be okay because God has a plan for us not to harm us but to give us hope and a future. Sometimes I question this but in the bottom of my heart I really do hope God plans to not harm me but give me hope and a future I'm not a fan of my past nor my present.

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