Please.
In my prayer closet with God lately it seems like this is the only word that truly sums it all up. Please don't let the hackers steal my identity too. Please provide us a home after this one gets taken by the bank. Please tell my body to cooperate with me, just this once. Please hold me because I can't do any of this by myself. Please.
In the stillness, in the quiet he answers. "Hold fast. Your reward is very near. I will not leave you- no you are never alone. Hold fast. I am coming soon to rescue you. Help is on the way."
The crazy thing is, I believe Him.
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1 comments:
I'm crazy, too:). Praying for you, Sherry--that's so much to deal with--but you are not alone.
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