When anxiety stirs, fix your gaze on one small thing. Pour your soul into it, and let focus become your prayer.
The loss leaves space; God fills it with greater. But you must choose what stays. Habits shape the soul, stronger than storms, quiet as grace.
To have faith is to walk blindly, trusting the path, because He laid it. Be kind, and you’ll find, the blessing spills back onto you.
Not always the weight, but the weary spirit beneath it. Go in peace. Build your day in faith.
You will be fine. The Lord restores… Good morning and a blessed midweek
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