When I have cried myself out,
help me see the gift you have given me—
I am a child in Your image,
a child of Your heart,
not perfect, but not broken,
not with the future I had planned,
but with a future nonetheless.
A future where I am secure
in Your loving abundant presence.
- Sue Bradford Edwards
He heals the broken in heart, and cures their pains and sorrow.
Psalm 147:3
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