Some
days, everyone seems to spit at you, challenge you, scream in your face and
treat you like a slave.
Whenever
those days come, tears overflow unbidden. But, through the mess, I come face-to-face
with my beloved Savior who endured the cross to set me free.
We
do not have a High Priest who is unable to sympathize. We have the Lamb of God,
who walked through the valley of the shadow of death to conquer the grave.
Lead
me to the Rock that is higher than I.
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