Wendy & Fawks

@wendyc · 1h

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Back in December of last year, I received a word from my pastor. The word said that I was going to believe again, breath again and that the hopelessness was going to be released. I was going to learn to live again. At the time I had no idea what that meant. January 31st of this year my mom died. The way I last saw her was traumatic, and I honestly for a while in my life had no clue how to do life without her. I remembered the word from Pastor Robert on her funeral day. I listened to it and just cried. God was preparing me, He knew I would need to hear His voice.

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