Another lonely year passed and she wondered if her prayers were moving past the ceiling wall. Most nights they seem to just bounce back to her knees, which sat strained and sore; her heart broken-open, there on the floor. The wait was long, her heart was heavy and her faith seemed to just be fading. “Were all her waiting years wasted and did they even matter, did they matter to God?”
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Sooooo good! This blessed me. As I kind of sort through some of my feelings, I need to give the dream back to Him! Thank you for your beautiful words!