I have nothing to say, but I want to write.
I have nothing to offer, but I want to live.
Despite this, I can and will write; I can and will live.
Bittersweet might possibly be the worst feeling ever.
"All of my life, in every season, you are still God. I have a reason to praise, I have a reason worship."
you. are. still. God.
I am who I am in my broken, dirty, sinfulness apart from you,
but you are still who you say you are. You are still God.
No matter what breaks, no matter who breaks, no matter when my heart is broken-
you are still God.
This summer, I will rest in that.
I'm starting to feel again. Hosanna!
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