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Walking without a set destination. Wondering when my left and right switched positions causing me to go backwards. Hoping I would trip upon my future and land inside His will. Not sure if he still feels the same. He loves me He loves me not. Or maybe I don't love Him.

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A young lady fighting to hold on to what she knows. Not willing to give in to her past. Scared that she will disappoint those if they really knew the picture that sin snapped of her. Hoping they would believe for themselves but knowing the cross is heavy. Lord you said your burden is light and your yoke is easy. So why do I feel so heavy?

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Love blossoming like beautiful roses in a stone garden. Seperated but holding on tighter than ever before. Beautiful things come from hard places. Walking around several times doesn't always mean the walls fall down. Crazy things happen when you let Egypt conquer Judah. These jeans would fit better if I knew who I was.

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It ended before it even began. The burden of Moab handed you a woman who hid the brazen altar. The pain from Egypt has prevented her from traveling to Damascus. Still He proclaims that forgiveness is giving to us that we might forgive. Confession that we might speak healing.

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Anonymous said…
I am so proud that you have kept up with your writing. You know I've been there and so many others are yet traveling that road.
December 2, 2011 at 9:38 PM
Anonymous said…
This is beautiful. Continue to spread the good news of JESUS and the hope HE brings through your gift sis.

I feel like I've been that young lady. But I've learned (I'm learning) to be transparent. The enemy will not post nude pictures of me and try to blackmail me because I will tell on myself. And my ABBA Father rushes to my rescue every time I repent.

Keep writing! Be Blessed!
December 2, 2011 at 9:48 PM
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