Intimacy, Wilderness

Never Run Dry 

When my soul begins to despair within me, I turn to the Author of life and ask Him to fill my being. Lift up your head Isabel. There is One who can calm the seas within you. He hears your every cry and He will be so faithful to carry you. When you are dry and weary, run to Him – He satisfies, He really really does.

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Your arms enfold me, till I am only

A child of God.

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