The Fearful Journey
I was on my way to my aunt's house in Kampar after the Gua Tempurung adventure. I was going to lodge at my aunt's house for a night before continuing the journey back to KL to bring the gospel to my grandpa who is now in vegetative state. I cried while praying because I felt helplessly powerless and I beg God to do all He can for what I cannot.
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