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“Trying to understand why something happens is a natural reaction, but I don't waste too much energy on that mental game. Instead, I focus on the one thing I know I can control: my heart. I guide my heart toward God, seeking His words of comfort, wisdom, and guidance in my life, no matter what's going on in me and around me. I go to my chair and sit at the feet of Jesus. I do what Hebrews 4:16 advises: 'Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.' Life is messy and often difficult. You can't change that. What you can change is how you handle life's messiness and brokenness. Every time we are broken we face a choice. Will we remain broken and allow lies to rule our lives? Or will we walk through the brokenness to a place of true healing, allowing God's love and power to flow into our brokenness, heal us, and empower us? We can trust God and say: I can be forgiven. I can experience healing. I can accept God's love. I can receive God's power into my life. I can't always understand why things happen as they do, but I can choose to walk in the will of God. If I'm living in His will, I can experience joy in suffering, no matter what the circumstances may be.”

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