He has his own signature, he signs every single day and hand me a blank cheque, he makes me remember what he is signing for. His is unique and can never be forged . It doesn’t come with a set of pens but a set of colors that beautify the whole universe.
What is that signature?
Its his word, the one he declared upon my empty soul, to live, float and breathe the air that he signed for me.
Without his Signature, I am a nobody. I love my Creator.
By Gina Mutemeri.