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…and I will give you rest.” -Your Savior.
You are never too far gone. Never too dark or broken or dirty. Never too deep in the pit for God to reach in and take you out and set you in his presence of light and peace.
You. You have hope. Come. You belong. Welcome home, beloved; it’s been a long road ❤
The God of the Universe loves you and sees you and is reaching out to you.
Sometimes, life feels like a dead-end. Stagnant. “Where the heck is life?” you ask, numbly, sitting on the edge of your bed.
Friend, let me pick up your face with a little light and love:
Read on ❤
And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
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I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
I try to find you in another, I search among mankind, but you are imaginary and none were made for me.
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