12/11/17

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Day 28

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God,

I’ll be alright
In this magic hour
where You hold me
even in my grief. You
steady me with two words:
Be still. Be still. Peace. Like
a skin, all my defenses fall
as You sing a song of blessing
to my weary soul. What a friend
with constant reminder, love looks
beautiful on gloom. On my down
turned mouth. You see the way
tears fall & my eyes searching
to know You are never giving
up & You are on time and it’s
going to be alright — will it?
will You lift up my head? Are
you & I cannot see — my heart
needs reassurance this letting
go may place me deeper in Your
arms still.

Waiting,
Your tender-haired girl

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previous letter from a tender-haired girl. 

 

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