This is my walk, the dragged feet trails in the sand and the Hold My beer statement. So many times He's proved to me that He loves me and that He is trustworthy. And I still don't trust Him. I don't trust anyone. He knows this. He created me. He knows the circumstances of my life. He sees me struggle, hears my cry, then gives an angel his mature drink (I'm assuming He enjoys something stronger than cheap beer) and pours out His work in me. Again and again. Love your comment. His will. He wins.