Being s
ick has made me definitely lack inspiration to blog. Not much to write about when the laundry is piling up, you forget what fresh air smells like and when you wake up once again and can barely talk.
Then one day, as life is beginning to resemble "normal" again, I listen to Phil Wickham's
"True Love" and I'm humbled.
The day that true love died.....the day that true love died. Jesus is alive.
Love those lyrics. No sickness can take away that truth, that glorious truth that we rest our entire hope on. That true love died for us, and rose again.
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