Death is relentless, pulling on me constantly. Death blasts hope to pieces, drains joy, and drowns in pain.
Lately, I’m sinking in death. God help me… God help me…
It’s time for me to get out of this house, away from the endless projects, escape from the memories for a spell, and absorb a bit of life to wash out death.
God… 911… my friends health is dire and your healing power is needed… NOW.
God… 911… my soul is sinking in this storm; please help me to re-fix my gaze upon you so that I may walk on water.
God… 911… I trust you, I believe that you have this power, I know you love us beings… thank you.
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The Survivor 
Pleading to God is beautiful💗So much trust in divine love.
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You are beautiful, dear Lisa… You inspire in soooo many ways over the years.
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