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"Lord, still my restless soul. These afflictions and darkness are neither accident nor abandonment, but move beneath Your eternal purpose." God whispered, "Your fatigue feels like identity. Let Me set the pace." Peace isn't born from a perfectly ordered world, but in a heart that has surrendered the drive to be its own savior.
By terryhartikka5
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"Lord, still my restless soul. These afflictions and darkness are neither accident nor abandonment, but move beneath Your eternal purpose." God whispered, "Your fatigue feels like identity. Let Me set the pace." Peace isn't born from a perfectly ordered world, but in a heart that has surrendered the drive to be its own savior.