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Next Stop: Wholeness

everything. e v e r y t h i n g. ev er y is this so hard to do. th i need more than just you. ng. every time i think about how close we could should would be i move 10 steps back. thing s take time. but time doesnt heal God does. Ive been waiting days weeks months still broken.

master. m a s t e r. m as king you daily to restore and renew. waiting but not working. expecting but not truly wanting. ter. mas sive attacks from the enemy. being pressed down and shaken up forgetting that you promised my cup would run over. when will i serve you serve i will when. ter abytes down hard eating up all the faith i saved for the winter. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they will be filled. [Matthew 5:6] fresh bread and new wine.

provider. p r o v i d e r. pr ide makes me think i can protect myself even though my death was not is not and will not be enough to pardon my sins. ov id kay who to be free with. relationships open doors, some you walk through and some you close. er ase my debt and cover me in His blood. i shall walk in no lack.


healer. h e a l e r. he touched me in places no one knew hurt but Him. taking my brokenness and rebuilding it for his glory. al ways promising to restore that which was lost if i was willing to give up everything. er visits cause i flat lined. it was so much easier to die than to have faith. my abundant life has no end.

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