Breathe.

Everything is crashing in.
So much to do
So much to learn
So much is expected
And it feels like there's a little time
But isn't that the lesson?
That through the wringing and stretching we learn to walk...
Yielding totally to Him.
Broken yet useful.
He enables,
And every little step further is a victory.
I won't crash.
I breathe.
I forge on.
I pray peace.
I find peace.

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