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// March 26th, 2012 // expectant, the story

She lifted her wind-damaged face from the dust of the wilderness. Tears etched a cleansing path down her weathered cheeks. She’d not cried like this for so long – vulnerability was too much to risk.

But the sound of his voice and the gentle touch of his hand softened her heart to the remote possibility of hope.

And she gathered the courage to turn her head and look up.

Hosea 2:16

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