Sitting here in a nearly empty house. Funny how all the prints of fullness in a home are left glaring when there is nothing there. And realizing that while I wipe the marks on the walls away, I won't ever wipe the marks of days away. Thankful that God takes all the marks and redeems. He promises hope. He promises healing. And as more days come, the marks all work together for purpose. Good purpose.
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