In The Constant

       Past the change. Past the shifting that's shifting me; I'm looking. Past the breakdown, where Jesus knows I've broke down from time to time; still I've been given grace. Grace to get up and enter the day again, where the "nights" of life have felt long. In the constant changes. In the hustle, where I struggle, finding hope again in faith; faith that tells me my circumstances don't define me, don't define my family, they're just moments of shifting, where Jesus never does. 

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