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Shhhh....dry your tears, God has not forgotten you






Dear You,

You know you've reached the end of your ability to hide your fears when the tears begin to flow as you sit in your car in the parking lot of the post office.

You know you no longer have the strength to worry what strangers think about you when you walk into the post office with eyes red from crying and cheeks wet from tears.

And when you are back in your car alone again, you let out a sob and cover your mouth because you are afraid that if you start crying you may never stop.

And what will people think?

You drive away,  and you hear a voice in your head saying, "God loves you."

It's difficult to keep going when nothing seems to change.

But keep going.                  

God has promised that he hears our prayers, that he will dry our tears, that he knows our needs.

Today plant your seeds, tend your crop, and in God's time you will discover your harvest.

Don't give up. God loves you.

God has not forgotten you.

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Anonymous said…
I think I needed this. I don't even like to go to the post office. I would rather not leave the house at all. I know God loves me. I know he has good plans for me... I ... juat... can't....
Dear Anonymous, I am glad that you reached out and added your comment. I know how hard it can be to leave the house sometimes, especially when are you feeling anxious. I want to assure you that you will feel better if you can get out and enjoy the company of even one other person. God loves you, and you can share God's love with others when you get out and share your wonderful self. Consider choosing one place to visit this week, how about meeting a friend for coffee? You will be in my prayers.

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