for my faith

  

This is a mess, but I’m holding tightly to “a bruised reed he will not break.” God must know I’m broken because I feel ache in my bones. I’m tired, but God keeps whispering to keep going. Something is coming. I don’t know what, but blessings. Healing.

Peace.

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