Little things pick away at the scab of an old wound--a memory, an innocent comment, a face, a scripture passage, a phrase, a train of thought. Why? Why now? Why still?
God whispers.
Come near. Listen. I'm working and it may hurt a little, but know I am working. You will be better for it. Hold on. Draw close.
Trust Me.
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Hebrews 12:11
Fix your eyes on Jesus and endure.
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You are soft molded clay. You are willing. You are beautiful.
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