I build my own pigsty and wallow.
But, daughter, there is Kingdom work to do. I wrap myself up in deflective material. But, daughter, your heart is for feeling. I swallow my tongue and hush up. But, daughter, your words are for testimony. Daughter, I continually choose you. Daughter, I continually love you. Daughter, I continually call you Mine. Daughter, I know your wounds and heartache and pain. Daughter, I am with you in your dark places, with you, and calling you into My light. Daughter, I tenderly care for your heart. Father, I will trust You. Father, I will believe Your love. Father, I will listen to and obey You. Because, Father, You are totally good. Comments are closed.
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