Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

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…She was breaking every habit, tearing down the wall, tired of the stumbling, tired of the fall. Calling out His name beneath the heavy pouring rain, please take away the hunger, please take away the pain. God, were you listening? Could you hear her prayer? Reaching through the darkness, was He really there? She needed an answer, couldn't do this on her own, tired of being empty, tired of being alone. This was her chance to make it right, turn the tide, nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. She needed an answer, God, were you listening now? She was ready to be sober, show her when and how.