Sometimes, sitting alone in the quiet of winter, I feel my soul stretch: aching for answers, for hope, for God. Lord, You know the leaves that have fallen from my heart this season: loss, longing, uncertainty. Yet here, on this cold bench, I remember Your promise: “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34:18) Father, meet me where I am. Heal my hidden places. Let Your presence wrap round me like a warm coat that won’t wear thin.
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