Thank You for touching me
When I’d grown numb from disappointments;
For pulling me up from the pit of depression;
For cutting me out of the belly of hopelessness;
For wrestling me from the arms of despair.
“Most times, simple words of encouragement help. They might appear to drop like seeds into an abyss, and get lost in a sea of negative emotions or ample apathy; But with prayer, these seeds do die in the abyss, then spring up as trees of hope. The more seeds you throw into the abyss, and the more prayer you water them with, the more likely you are to see trees of hope spring up in the not too distant future.” – Makafui.
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