That I am no longer an orphan, but an Heir, a daughter of The King, The King, dearly loved, dearly provided
for, and deeply craved. You are transforming me and hiding me in the cocoon because you love me, not 'cuz you don't care. You are blossoming me so I can fly for your Glory.
Thank you Abba, Thank you that I know you as Abba. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I'm grateful for everything you've done for me- known and unknown. I love you Father. *kiss kiss.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Pslam 23:4
*Thanks for reading, love, Stacie*
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