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I've begun to summon a voice of my own but it still falls short when I need it the most. I still have so much left to learn and yet it just feels like I should already know all of it. I have only just begun to dig my own place in confidence and wonder and transparent faith. but every time I look up it seems I'm always losing my grip on more than I keep. I am not hopeless, but a little out-of-world, I spose. it's been a while since I've had a glimpse of where my path goes. (stay by my side, Lord, lend me Your hand. together we'll walk upon the dry land.)
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
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I've begun to summon a voice of my own but it still falls short when I need it the most. I still have so much left to learn and yet it just feels like I should already know all of it. I have only just begun to dig my own place in confidence and wonder and transparent faith. but every time I look up it seems I'm always losing my grip on more than I keep. I am not hopeless, but a little out-of-world, I spose. it's been a while since I've had a glimpse of where my path goes. (stay by my side, Lord, lend me Your hand. together we'll walk upon the dry land.)
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
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