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I feel like a puppet. I wish God would make up His mind. One minute death, the next life. I feel like I’m in a stormy sea. Being tossed to and fro amongst the waves, battered and beaten down. Please God, release me from this.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Puppet and the Puppeteer
I feel like a puppet. I wish God would make up His mind. One minute death, the next life. I feel like I’m in a stormy sea. Being tossed to and fro amongst the waves, battered and beaten down. Please God, release me from this.
I wrote this when we didn't know if my mom was going to live or die because of cancer. Her cancer was unresponsive to chemo, but then, all of a suddenly, there was supposedly no cancer in her body.
#fear#storm#battered
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hannah-bauer
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
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