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January 29, 2016

Word Sixty-Three: Do Not Disturb

The band’s music echoed throughout the entire room, it’s melodies soothing my anxieties, while the lyrics had me singing love songs to my Saviour. My body swaying to the rhythm, and my eyes closed.

There He was. No, not a tangible figure, but He was with me. I could feel Him. His peace wrapping around me, warming me and calming me.

He whispered to me He had never left, and would never leave me. He truly loved me. I could feel Him smiling as He assured me.

No one else in my life had kept such promises.

I smiled back.

January 21, 2016

Word Fifty-Four: Tower

Pain, stabbing and forceful, filled her chest. Cold seeping into her abdominal cavity, forcing life out of her with every breath. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, hoping to stop the tears from flowing. No matter how hard she tried, each memory with him returned, replaying like she was right there in that moment. Like that moment he held her hand…or brushed her hair…or kissed her cheek, so sweet, so tenderly.

Where was he now? Who would she turn to now?

She’d made in him a refuge, a strong tower, of which he proved unworthy.

It broke her.

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