Writing to add bouyancy. The water is high, and fast. Too big for struggling. Only trust and depend, completely. I know that there is no temptation or trial that is not common to man, and that the Lord will not allow me to be tempted or tested beyond my ability to withstand. I also know that he will make me a way of escape. A broken reed He will not break, and a smouldering flax He will not quench. He is my Rock and my high tower, my Fortress and my Refuge, my strong tower. He is my Hope and my Strength.
In the meantime, this is a season to cease resisting the restoration of my soul. Father, in Jesus Name, I yield my all to you, for your glory. Help me, rescue me. Make my shiny for you.
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