I stand in front of the mirror and brush hair, teeth, thoughts from my mind. But the worries keep coming as I consider a new week.
If that doesn’t work out…what then?
If I really can’t do it…what then?
If something happens…what then?
I quietly whisper a prayer and it seems my heart hears a response that begins with those same two words:
The sentences that follow say I’m more than a conqueror and nothing can separate me from God’s love.
I breathe deep of grace, love, victory, hope that’s secure.
And I can dare to walk into a new week with my heart held high.
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