and brokenness. You have all of my affections, and my
only hope is in You. I am reminded that You are the only
One who can comfort me, heal me, and make me whole.
Standing in the crucible, being refined in your Holy Fire,
the next level of faith in this Land of Yours.
Dying to self, and being transformed into your very image,
is by no means a holiday, nor a walk for the faint hearted.
"Sprinkle me with oregano, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow,
let me hear the sound of joy and gladness,
so that the bones you crushed can rejoice."
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