In every pain. In every sting. God was there teaching important lessons. In every hurt. In every pain. God was there making me whole again. The turning of seasons. Friends gone too soon. God was there with me. Pruning all he needs to prune. Forgiving and loving Our Heavenly Father is. No love can ever compare to His. Every wrong turn; each time I miss the mark; God is still there igniting the fire in my heart. Teaching me where I need more of Him and much less of myself. Not as easy as it sounds; it’s good to have His help. You get use to your way; He requires us to lean not on our own understanding; this I’m sure takes much time and practice; I’m thankful He’s patient and not demanding. Looking back throughout my life in times of deep sadness and despair; I’ll be forever grateful that My Heavenly Father has always been right there.
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Author:
GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ (
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- Published: September 7th, 2025 13:40
- Comment from author about the poem: 🙏 If we really stop to reflect on how we ever survived our hardest of times; I’m sure we would be able to see how He was always there for us. In a world full of uncertainty; there is faith and hope in knowing that Our Heavenly Father is in control and He loves us.
- Category: Reflection
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