A Letter Written on My Heart

Heather Smith

Apr 13

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I am proud of you. You who are depressed, exhausted, overworked, alienated, beaten, and broken. As you crack open the door, you open yourself up to my imperfect people, my church, my bride. Saved by grace, with good works in hand, they strive to bring redemption to the world by my death and resurrection. I have not forgotten you. I have always been here waiting for you, but only you can choose to walk through the door.

-Heather Alaine Smith

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