As I sit and listen to the soft rain fall outside, I am reflecting on the world around me. As I continue in dialogue with God about my future, I am left with many questions, but also some clarity. Though the midst and gloom often surround, there are times of brilliant color when the Son-beams penetrate my broken heart. I am a glorious mess, an overgrown garden full of color and life but desperately in need of some pruning.
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