I don’t need to hear more voices telling me the train is careening precariously close to the canyon cliff. I can see it with my own eyes.⁣
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And I don’t need more finger pointed, anger laced, fear based sound bites trying to simplify this tangled mess.⁣

So I’ll let my words be few as well.
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What I 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 is for the Word Made Flesh to trade my heavy heart for his easy yoke and burden light.⁣
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What I 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 is for the Holy Truth to ⁣breathe fire in my soul, searing away the pride, the side-eye, the sharp words.⁣
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What I 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 is to rip my gaze from the raging storm and lift my eyes to the One who whispers, “Peace. Be still.”⁣
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So I’ve got the words of the Psalm King and his band of songwriters running loud in the kitchen, following me up and down the stairs while I’m carting babies and laundry.⁣
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There you have a people who knew a thing or two about turbulent times and fractured nations. A people who understood what it was to be curled up in your bed, asking God when exactly He planned on making an appearance into this whole mess.⁣
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They also knew that when the world was shaking something fierce, our God was and is the firm foundation. He is unchanging, all-knowing, ever-present. Kingdoms rise and fall but He remains a strong and mighty fortress.⁣
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And THAT is good news and reason to still hope. ⁣
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