I Didn’t Know If I Was Ready. I Tried Anyway.
She’s hopeful. But she’s tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that lives somewhere deeper — in her
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There is a place between the noise and the night where peace does not need to be earned. A threshold. A breath. A pause long enough to remember who you are — and Whose you are. Welcome to yours.
Be still, and know that I am God.
Still
Recent reflections for the quiet places in your soul.
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He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
Psalm 23:2–3