“His words ring through me like a game of telephone, where my mom begins with a whisper into one ear, two ears, three ears, until it reaches the head of the table and God says, “Everything will not be okay, but I am here with you always.” And like in telephone, it is hard for me to trust the last person more than the first.” GodSpiritualityTrustGod Is With YouEverything Will Be Okay Author:Jackie Viramontez