It must have been something in the air I woke in the middle of the night thinking about things from Sunday and especially the Brothers, the one I've come to love and the one who embraced me by God's command.
Come to find out a friend of mine also woke in the night to pray healing over the men who had hurt her.
I am thankful for the good people I've been blessed to meet thankful that my wounds are what they've been, all able to heal. Even more I am happy to let go of the responsibility to maintain.
The Brothers have a noble yet foreign mind and I can't pretend to know what's there. But I am grateful when I see the evidence of God's work in them. The strength in their desire to defend and carry their friends.
Lord, grant that I should know your noble sons and trust your presence in them. Grant my great hope. You are love and loved a never ending gift.
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