A poem or a prayer I wrote years ago, still helps me ground myself, ironically enough.
Sitting here before You,
I think of who I am:
All I hope, all I dream,
What I can't and what I can.
I hope that I'll be stronger,
I dream of a new day;
The fact that You are there for me
Just blows my mind away.
For I am just a simple girl
And all I'll ever be
Is as a flower in the wind,
Swept away by Thee.
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