As I mother you, others advise what to do. I can’t seem to figure it out. Trouble is established. We are exhausted. I cry out, ”Father, this child is yours.” As I release you, encumbrances are removed. It is utterly effortless. Belief is established. We are courageous. As I pray for you, motherly perfection dims. God illuminates through His word. Wisdom is established. We are satisfied.
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