The Master comes to me and whispers to me not to despair. He is present with me. He is here.
He is always here, even when I don’t know it.
He is strong like a warrior. Strong like an Iron Man. He is not decrepit.
He is here to save me. He is very happy I am his child.
He calms me with His love. He delights me with His songs.
He lifts my soul as He whispers to me not to despair.
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Thank you Father
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Thanks for the reblog!
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Love how you ended it with Nothing is impossible for God; amen!
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By the way thank you for your comment pointing out the error of the image I posted for the book review and also wow thanks for sharing about your father on D-Day. Has he recounted any stories of his service days?
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Always happy to help. Sometimes a second pair of eyes helps.
My dad didn’t (he passed away a few years ago) talk about his time in the Army very much. Very quiet about it.
Blessings.
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That generation was so quiet of what they did during the war…sounds like your dad too
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