{thought of the day} ashes
In Pain Redeemed I share the lyrics to a song I wrote during my battle with infertility. I pray this bless you in your own journey.
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Beautiful, Natasha.
LOVE!
Beautiful sister! ~ Amy
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
The first line hit me so powerfully, that I had to reblog this.
Needed this today. Thank you!