An Akronite trying to figure out what it means to be a child of God while living in a fallen world with broken people and gaping wounds.
January 18th
9:21 PM
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Though the fig tree doesn’t bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls
I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.

Habakkuk 3:17-18

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