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In an instant, I am knocked to my knees. How foolish to think man’s plan is more than simple pencil markings on calendars. Unwise to place faith in anything other than the rock that is our Savior. His will be done. There is beauty in brokenness when we place our broken hearts in his hands. But doors will open, time moves on, and we glorify Him in all things. In suffering, we grow closer to one another as we cling to Him.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Thanksgiving In Sorrow
In an instant, I am knocked to my knees. How foolish to think man’s plan is more than simple pencil markings on calendars. Unwise to place faith in anything other than the rock that is our Savior. His will be done. There is beauty in brokenness when we place our broken hearts in his hands. But doors will open, time moves on, and we glorify Him in all things. In suffering, we grow closer to one another as we cling to Him.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
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