Sliding her fingers across the crevices....groping for the familiar among the chaos. Waiting for a lifetime of confusion to make sense. She just needed a beautiful place to clear her head. Sometimes that beautiful place was easy to find; other times she had to fight to get there. When it didn't make sense, she was forced to come back to the only thing she did know. The presence of her Maker. None could quiet her soul like He could.
Quietly, she walks on, one foot in front of the other, her fingers still groping for the familiar. She smiles, as her dark path became light again. She was there, in the sacred place, without any doubts or fears.Where she knew that God was working not only in her life, but in others' around her as well. Even in the midst of the confusion, when nothing seems normal, she found the familiar.
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