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Empty Hands
I can’t believe I am through with everything You called me to now nothing’s left just empty hands and me I’m beginning to see that is the way You meant it to be nothing to earn nothing to show just Your child just Your child here to receive It is a strange place to be Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 