-EllaeenahJadeFire   Sometimes I think God forgets who He is. Maybe it happens when the world gets too loud: when wars sound like thunder, and prayers sound like static. Maybe he walks through the city, in an old coat, carrying a coffee he can’t quite afford, feeling something heavy in his chest and not knowing it’s called love. Maybe he stands in line behind you at the grocery store, watching you cradle a crying child, and for a second, he remembers. I think when God forgets