Breathing against the carpeted floor, arms stretched out, eyes shut tightly, palms facing heavenward, my heart weighted as if made of iron...Whom have I in heaven but You? Whom have I in all the earth, but You?
"My heart is not proud, O Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore."
Psalm 131
thank You Abba for hearing, seeing, and knowing me<3
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