Redeemer

He found me broken, restless. 
He found me dirty, not worthy, fading with every given day. 
He found me through the dark, cold fog in depths of despair. 
Ground that was once soil, now filled with mud from years of unceasing rain. 
Kneeling down on one knee, He took my face in His hands and whispered, "Daughter, let me heal your wounds past, present, and future."

This time the rain wasn’t cold, wet, or unpleasant. It was warm and smelled of roses. It was a healing rain. A rain to wash away my brokenness, restlessness, dirt of my sins, unworthiness. Dark, cold fog lifted, seeing the once flooded ground now had spring flowers, smelling of sweet nectar.

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