“But no one knows the date and hour when the end will be—not even the angels. No, nor even God’s Son. Only the Father knows.” 

“I’m weary, exhausted with weeping. My throat is dry, my voice is gone, my eyes are swollen with sorrow, and I’m waiting for you, God,

“…The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”  1