I'm spent; shattered. The toxins of stress in my body have formed knots in my back. Hope seems frail in my hands.
But I hope...it's what I have to do. I hope for the future, even though I cannot see past my own nose sometimes. I hope for reconciliation though the differences seem insurmountable. I hope to be made perfect...SOON. I long for heaven and to be made new. I long to sit with Jesus and find rest from troubles. HOPE!
Hope does remain. Faith. Love.
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