One day, when we were talking about some personal stuff, the word “signs” was mentioned. Signs. Signs… Sometimes we tend to ask God to give us a sign. Stuff like, “Lord, if that person gives me *insert whatever-not-so-common-thing-or-whatever-you-can-think here*, then I know you’re telling me He is for me.”
ME: Are signs real? Because I’ve read something that signs are just the world telling you, not God. You should not base your decisions from it.
G: The only sign you need is the peace in your heart.
Mrs. B.: Yes, that’s true. Now that I’m a Christian, I no longer believe and ask for signs.
Amen to this wonderful conversation. Halleluiah!