I have nothing but your generosity to put my hope in. Nothing. For I stand at Your door holding broken scraps…and yet you open. Save me from this storm. I am the most helpless of all your slaves. And I’m lost. Wandering in the middle of a f
orest trying to find my way. But all the tress look the same, and each path just leads back to the beginning. No one finds their way out of this forest—except whom You save. Save me. For truly, truly I cannot save myself.
Conquer the fall. By getting back up. Stronger. Better. Dont ever let the fall conquer you.
I talked to 2 people who have been through some of the hardest tests you could ever imagine. One of them watched their child burn to death and the other is watching as her children slowly lose all their faculties (ability to swallow, walk, see, hear...). And do you know what really shocked me? I listened as they both told me that their even greater and longer lasting test was from the reaction and treatment of the people that followed.
Folks, we need to stop being so nasty to each other.
The wise don't ask for pleasure or pain. They both fade and die. The wise ask for sufficiency and contentment.
"Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high (and so close to God) that the offense cannot reach it." — René Descartes
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