Thank you, Father, for making my mess, my message. My trials, my triumphs. My victimization, my victory. For giving me beauty for my ashes and anointing my head with oil. I have often gone my own way and found myself lost, much like the prodigal I so often am. But thankfully you promised never to leave me nor forsake me and you are always waiting with open arms to welcome me back. You are truly a God of restoration, victory and second chances. Thank your for your mercy and loving kindness. May we all strive to be more like you. Tempering justice with mercy. Micah 7:18-19.
-- Arelishia Bridges
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