— For all the times I have sung this song this year, and for all the times I could only cry while others sang, desperate for change, ridden with fear.
“Shout it, go on and scream it from the mountains, go on and tell it to the masses, that He is God.”
And the only hope.
Things are changing in my life, all praise be to God on that one. I am not only desperate to be free of fear anymore, but there are little glimpses of choosing to be happy—not only denying death, but choosing life. It surprises me when it happens. I miss choosing life.
Jesus died for every single moment that I loathe about the past year and a half of my life. Most people say “No regrets” because they don’t care what happens. I can say “no regrets” because God cared enough about me for the both of us. As a friend told me recently “You don’t need a second chance because this year hasn’t been a mistake. It has been hard, but that’s okay.” She also told me, “This will end. It will. Gradually, it gets better.” Praise God.
(Source: Spotify)
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