The words fail to come to my fingers, my friends. They swirl in my head but don’t look right on paper. Like a misspelled word or a painting turned sideways. I want to write a poem, but I do not have the words to one. I can not write because what I have been saved from is overwhelming. I have a debt paid for that I can not explain in the simple words I know.
But that’s alright. The words will come. Until then, I can only rehash the words I know to be true. The words that have given me so much comfort.
Take heart, we are not in control.
there is power in the name of Jesus.
though satan should buffet, though trials should come…
make my life a prayer to you.
it is well, it is well
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