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Stress filled Ramblings


Hey Ladies!

So I'm going to speak straight from my heart today, with little filter and even less time crafting a well thought out message. This is the nitty gritty real stuff that I was talking about, and I can't promise it's going to be pretty.

The past couple weeks have been a little rough on ya girl, if we're being honest. I'm not sure whether its a change in temperature, exams fast approaching, or what, but I and seemingly everyone else on campus has gotten a bad case of 'everything is crashing down around me'itis. And because of that, I and seemingly everyone else on campus has gotten a little grumpy, a little sad, and a little stressed out.

This is the message I needed to hear this week.

Dear my love,

I know you are going through a hard time, I can see you trying to keep it all together and follow my will, I can see you struggling. Little one, please know I am not angry with you, please know that these struggles are not a punishment for wrong doing. Please know that my heart aches that you are going through this.
Precious one, don't you see? Sometimes you have to struggle. See how close you and I are becoming since you started struggling? I just wanted my child near me. My child, I know you don't feel strong enough for this storm, but lean on me because I am. You can do all things through me, and you will get through this through me.
I see my other children struggling as well. I see your friends and their friends and everyone on campus and their struggles. Give grace, my child, you don't know what they're going through. This is a time for you to show me. Be patient and kind and gentle when the world says be quick and rude and rough. Love when they aren't showing love to you, don't stop caring because you feel alone. I made you to be more than this world, little one. Remember your purpose.
I will carry you through this, my precious little one, and I love you with all of my being.

Love, 
God 
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