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When the living room is quiet, my coffee is warm and my Bible is open, no anxiety comes to me. But today there are tears, as my family prepares to bury my uncle in the morning. Lord, Your power extends to the very breath I take and my heart beats in obedience and in accordance with Your will. How much more You can be trusted with my anxiety and mental illness, knowing that I live because You allow it. Help me to see the rain today as a cleansing, a renewing and a new day, another moment to live. Death may be the worst thing the prince of this world can throw at us, but the washing away of our sins, cleaning our slate and making us acceptable in Your sight, was the greatest gift You ever gave.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 11:49:59 +0000

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