Perhaps the greater pain was the tear of the scar... the minor the wound... I shall again arise... strong, and stonger... fixed... I shall not travel this path of hurt, weaknesa and anger again... it is done, over, finished... when I return... what shall I be, but wounded, broken and mended...
Titled after my first book of poetry, this blog follows with a vast array of stories of hope, joy, grace, sorrow, success, thoughts and prayers. I hope to remind myself that it is okay to not know how all the notes make up the song, and to inspire others that sometimes the seemingly random is not random at all because the Truth is, we aren’t writing the score— He is. And because He is, we can just play the notes and trust that the song will be Victory
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