Jesus is able. Is who He says He is.
Loves as He says He loves. Like no one else.
And I am the happy child who is receiving the blessing of His work.
Massively broken through a dark dark dark did I say dark season in the past week.
Should never have doubted there would be this crazy light in me again at the end.
But considering the roots had a lot to do with keeping a pet sin of self-contempt, I’m not going to wax on that.
I’m gonna take this grace and dance.
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