Talk to me, Abba
Shhhh. Be still. Be quiet. Open my word and listen. I want to talk with you. I know your heart is hurting and heavy. Listen. My word is like salve on a wound. I speak healing. Let your weary bones and body receive my healing word. Let me transform your scars into fresh new skin. Revel in the beauty of forgiveness. Walk with me. I know what has happened. I know where you have been and the things you have endured. I know. Let me in there to call forth the hurt wrapped in falsely protected darkness into the glorious healing light. Open my word. Listen. Listen.
I have called you to inherit My blessing... 1 Peter 3:9
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