Maybe quarantine is the season of barrenness, but underneath the surface, roots are taking hold, forming a strong foundation for something more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
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Love
… to trust not with my mind but with all my heart
Mom's prayers were answered in the form of an Italian purple-haired nun who came knocking on our door the first day we moved in.
Let me sit beside this man in hell if he chooses. Teach me in my brokenness to leave the world behind to accompany You in the broken.
Although I entered into this world as a receiver, I have found myself uncomfortable with receiving than giving.
God was using those around me as instruments of his love for me. I just had to let myself be loved.
After years of hiding some aspects of my life, “God I’ll follow you, but only this far,” God finally had me.