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  In the depths of despair, I found my soul crying, Seeking solace and answers, my spirit was sighing. Lord, I thought I knew you, but now I'm in doubt, For your followers turned against me, casting me out.   How do I continue to follow someone so divine, When your house of worship denies me, saying I'm not thine? I did nothing wrong, Father, I gave you my all, But now I'm left with a broken heart, feeling small.   But then I remember your love knows no bounds, Even when darkness surrounds, your grace abounds. I turn to you, Father, with my weary plea, Show me your love, so my soul can be free.   In this journey of faith, I seek your embrace, To heal the wounds inflicted, to find my place. For your love, grace, and mercy, they are real, And in them, my spirit finds solace and zeal.   For when my soul feels like it's dying inside, You breathe life into me, and my worries subside. You are the anchor that holds me steady and strong, In your presence, I find where I...

 There are days when the light feels thin, when my thoughts move slowly, like wings too tired to rise. And yet… even here… God has not stopped His work in me. Before I ever knew His voice, He began something in my life — quiet as morning, steady as breath. A work shaped by hands that never shake, and a love that never changes. I have walked through valleys where hope felt like a whisper, where simply waking up was an act of courage. And right now, I’m walking through what feels like an endless valley of darkness.  But even in this place, His presence stays close. His promise stays true. Depression may dim the colors, but it cannot dim His faithfulness. Weakness may bend my posture, but it cannot bend His plan. My pace may slow, but His mercy never does. For the One who began this good work is the One who carries it — patiently, tenderly, faithfully — until the day it shines complete in the presence of Christ. So I stand here today, not because the fog has lifted, but because H...

  For weeks, the birds were silent. No chirps in the bushes, no wings overhead. I missed them — not just their songs, but the way they reminded me of my granny, of simpler days, of God’s nearness in nature.   I prayed. Not a grand prayer, just a quiet request: Lord, bring back my bird friends.   And then one came. Just one. A little visitor perched on the rail outside my window, turning his head as if to say hello. He didn’t stay long, but he returned. He chirped. He listened. He flew to the feeder. And in that moment, I knew — God had heard me.   It wasn’t a flock. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was enough. A single bird, sent in love, to remind me that I’m seen. That even in loss or loneliness, God fills the silence with something living. Something gentle. Something that feels like home.   Maybe Granny picked that bird. Maybe God whispered, She needs a reminder today. Either way, I cherish it. Because it’s the simple things — the ones that feel sma...