"Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, for the glorious trees are ruined! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the thick forest has been felled!"
That bittersweet moment when you get to the last line of your journal that’s been through all your good and bad days with you.
Living would be much easier if I didn’t have to worry.
"For I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing." - John 15:5
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