I have learned to let the days pass and just let grace
I know now, that I went through the fire so I can be forged into who I am today.
I wish that you would never have to experience pain, grief or anguish.
But you do.
The beautiful thing is that you are going to survive it.
He got up and rebuked my wind and waves.
“Quiet. Be still”-he was speaking to them and speaking to me.
Then my storms died down…and for the first time in a long time, it was quiet.
Within only one man there are stories the universe could not contain…and still, You should write yours…