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But it is there, this glint of brightness in the midst of the mess and the shattered dreams — these broken hearts turning into broken hallelujahs, given into the hands of the Redeemer of us lost ones. Here we are reminded that it is never our suffering, but the will of the Lord. The pain echoes loud in our souls, our weary bones feeling the weight we have been carrying — but now it is time to put away our defences, laying down that wall we have set up around our heart. So we choose to be broken for a purpose, setting our eyes on the of a morning to come, full with joy because we know — that it is His love that carries us through the valley of the shadow of death, through the darkest nights and the loneliest road.
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