Whatever comes, then.
No requirements, no expectations.
At His mercy, entirely.
Knowing He is merciful.
Knowing I deserve the worst.
But knowing He is full of grace and love.
And yet knowing His will is for good, ofttimes even coming through searing pain of the fires of affliction and suffering.
Trusting Him, though.
Whatever comes.
For His will is good.
And His love endures.
Whatever Your will, Lord.
Whatever Your will.
Jesus, help me.
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