It’s Yours Lord

I went to bed carrying something, woke up carrying that same thing. I keep shifting it over to God – where it belongs. A twisted & holy game of tug-of-war. 

Your word brings comfort. 

Listening to worship in this otherwise quiet space over coffee this morning brings comfort. 

This overwhelming sadness is more bearable right now. Thank You from my heart’s bottom. I know You are able Father. Where we are not.

Even the waves & wind know Your name. 

I wish life didn’t have to be so hard sometimes. But nevertheless I will praise you Lord. Nothing can stop me from praising You. 
Or separate me from You. 


It is well. 

Much love y’all & building ourselves up in our most sacred faith, 

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