Author’s Note: I’ve written about faith that burns like fire. I’ve written truths that felt like prophecy in my bones. But on this day? My faith didn’t feel poetic. It felt tired. Heavy. Like trying to hold a conversation with God through a mouthful of water. This post isn’t me preaching. It’s me gasping. And… Continue reading God, I’m Drowning In Real Life – What Do You Mean “Come To Me”?
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Letters From the Edge 