I long for healing
Not just in body,
But in my mind and soul.
Some days feel hopeless.
Other days feel worse.
But I’m still here.
Still holding on.
That alone is a victory.
So today I choose hope.
Tiny, trembling hope.
I trust that healing is coming.
Maybe slowly,
Maybe in ways I don’t see.
I won’t compare my pace.
I won’t shame my progress.
I’ll just move forward with You.
You are the God who restores.
The One who rebuilds ruins.
Make something beautiful here.
Even when I feel broken,
You call me beloved.
Even when I feel lost,
You see me clearly.
So I cling to hope,
Because You never let go.
In Your name, I pray. Amen.
Healing
,
Hope
,
Pray
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