Real

God doesn't seem real to me no matter how great others have said that He is. 
He becomes very real to me the moment when I start searching for Him at my heartbreak. 
Lord, I need You. 
He becomes real when he is the source that I rely on. 
I pray O Lord... for peace, for rest... for strength to go through the storm.

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