Doubt that it would come to pass...
doubt that we would find a place...
doubt that we would both agree...
From the study with sisters... the word made flesh...
For the doubter is like the surging sea,
driven and tossed by the wind.
James 1:6
HCSB
The tossing and surging in my soul... heart stirred... doubt driven... a sharp tongue... a negative attitude...
How easily I drown peace and joy with doubt... a struggle to keep trusting... rolling... rolling... rolling...
Thank You, Lord... for Your faithfulness...
even when mine is imperfect...
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