Some days open on hope; other days open on tragedy and sorrow. I wish this brokenness would go away; that somehow the story of Ezekiel's valley of dry bones would become my story. My world is a lie that's come true. Because of that, hard choices are ever before me: fight or surrender, persevere or release, argue or be silent. There are no easy answers in a world that is a lie.
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