Tuesday, October 4, 2016

It is well with my soul.


When life's trials flick their tongues, I already have the wisdom to know
 that Jesus is the purifier of my faith. There'll be no ashes of my soul,
  pure gold is coming forth.

After the fire, comes growth.
I have deep faith roots.

2 comments:

  1. I'm glad to hear this.
    Peace and falling autumn leaves to you my prairie sister.
    💛

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  2. Beautiful. Spread your wings, woman.

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