I have a deep longing to give a clean, comfortable, warm bed to a child with little else. I ache for that child to climb in that bed night after night and lay his head on the pillow with our words ringing in his ears, "God moved in our hearts to build this bed for you." When the ever-prowling cruelty encroaches, I wish for those covers to provide a secure sanctuary for her soul. As he closes his eyes, I hope that the image of those compassionate, attentive eyes and reassuring smile from that peculiar stranger will impart an enduring joy and calm. I pray that that bed will make it easier for her to choose sides.
How do I make this happen?
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You are not alone in your deep longing. I share it with you. It may be easy for me to question Stacie's worthyness. Sheding ones old self is a process. I am in that process. I used to reason myself to inaction. I am learning to act and reason at the same time. I am thankful for progress and I pray for God's love to fill me that I may be quicker to love.
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