"Comfort, yes, comfort my people"! Says your God. "Speak comfort to Jerusalem and cry out to her, that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned; for she has received from the Lord's hand double for all her sins" ( Isaiah 40:1 ). “You are forgiven.” Relief washed over me like a tide. As she spoke of God fulfilling the deepest desires of my heart, tears began to fall—hers and mine. I felt so undeserving, like I had been overlooked and discounted. But in that sacred moment, I knew: God had seen me. He had heard the cries I hadn’t dared to speak aloud. And He answered. It was a time of pure grace—quiet, holy, and wrapped in the arms of unconditional love. It was a moment that was shared between my sister and me—one I’ll never forget. In my last blog , I spoke of meeting someone while on vacation, but beneath the surface, my heart was in turmoil, and I carried it silently. Then, in the stillness of an early morning...
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