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I said I trusted God but had reached the point where I realized I actually didn’t.
There is a time for death, but there is also a time for birth. Our hearts, though heavy, need not despair.
It’s the story of anyone who longs for grace, and when grace finds you, you can’t keep it to yourself.
He speaks a new word, and avails a new work. My daughter. My son. And the work of our healing begins.
As His followers, we are called to reflect His priorities and to respond as if one of our own sons or daughters were in pain.
Sometimes, for a season, all we can expect from ourselves is to sit on the floor and breathe.
God invites our questions and pleadings rather than our despair and silence.
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