Faith is pure as the sunlight. It is unspoiled by dark clouds. Prayer is fresh as the morning dew. It moistens the dryness from the long heat of the night.
Debacles are not shackles. They are our ticket to freedom. Through them the Almighty God nudges us to be brave and take the plunge to find abundant new life.
Words crafted to pursue a personal agenda end harmlessly after the airing of argument. They become accidental wounds to the person although never intended to cause pain. Saying sorry only exacerbates the shearing. So it's better to leave the mending through the mercy of the Almighty Father.
Marissa lingers in our memory full of vibrant and fruitful life close to God. Our prayer for the repose of her soul is tinged with regrets that we will miss her joyful company and that we did not have enough of her loving embrace in the past tense of our lives.
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