When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a heavenly Father with cattle on a thousand hills and the things I am unable to do my God will. I gotta be honest. I gotta keep it real. Sometimes, it gets cold out here….
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Way Maker
You make the dream worthwhile. Creating and reinventing prayers that your love brought back in-style. By answering my desperate cries for help and letting me know that I’m not in the struggle by myself. You are the savior that the comics ignored. You are the way maker that the outcast adore. You are bigger than the gold that coats hardened hearts. You break the yoke of iniquity and set the captives free. And in my hour of need you comforted me. For that and so much more you are a true friend indeed.
Love always, Esha
