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Laura Makabresku

@kamilakansy

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a light amid the mist * A tale of a soul wandering through the misty forest of its life. Yet it is not alone — a light of grace goes before it, showing the way, warming the heart with a quiet, eternal flame

a light amid the mist 

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A tale of a soul
wandering through the misty forest of its life.
Yet it is not alone —
a light of grace goes before it,
showing the way,
warming the heart
with a quiet, eternal flame
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Joy of the Morning "When He compassed the sea with its bounds, and set a law to the waters that they should not pass their limits: when He balanced the foundations of the earth; I was with Him forming all things: and was delighted every day, playing before Him at all times."

Joy of the Morning

"When He compassed the sea with its bounds, and set a law to the waters that they should not pass their limits: when He balanced the foundations of the earth; I was with Him forming all things: and was delighted every day, playing before Him at all times."
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The soul, abiding in the silence of God's presence, unveils its hidden wound. And God, with infinite tenderness, leans down — not to judge, but to heal — until pain becomes peace, and the wound, a blossom.

The soul, abiding in the silence of God's presence, unveils its hidden wound.
And God, with infinite tenderness, leans down —
not to judge, but to heal —
until pain becomes peace, and the wound, a blossom.
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The soul sinks into the depths of prayer. In the boundless, serene light of God’s loving presence, the thirsty desert within begins to bloom — fresh grass spreads gently across its barren ground, and every crevice of old wounds, now heavy with grace, quietly blossoms into life.

The soul sinks into the depths of prayer.
In the boundless, serene light of God’s loving presence,
the thirsty desert within begins to bloom —
fresh grass spreads gently across its barren ground,
and every crevice of old wounds, now heavy with grace,
quietly blossoms into life.