secrets keep you sick

"Now here is my secret.

I tell it to you with an openness of heart

I doubt I will ever achieve again . . .

My secret is that I need God—

that I am sick and can no longer make it alone.

I need God to help me give,

because I no longer seem to be capable of giving;

to help me be kind,

as I no longer seem capable of kindness;

to help me love,

as I seem beyond being able to love."

learning that everything in this life is uncertain.

unreliable. temporary. unfaithful.

which makes it all the more reason to celebrate

that the Lord is certain.

reliable. everlasting. faithful.

always and forever.

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