Or is it the thousands of fireflies that magically light up the evening skies? I cannot wait to capture your beautiful soul. I know He is always speaking to me but the weight of exhaustion is burdensome, leaving me defeated and lost. Is it the summer sun that warms our soul? So as I write today, I am putting up my flag in the theater of war and surrendering because I cannot fight alone. And if I am being honest, a part of me is tired of being a mama.
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