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Awake again, knowledge of another day like the previous, authored by the pen of Another. My own narrative unknown to me before the chapters unfold. Things to be faced unknown before I face them. Dreams come of prophetic vision, more power, greater control.
In a world broken with people flawed, in the middle of daily mystery where questions multiply and answers flee, it is a constant battle to accept your limits.
"Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you." (Psalm 139:16-18)
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