02/11/2025
๐: There ๐ง๏ธ are days ๐ซ๏ธ when the weight โ๏ธ of pain ๐ feels endless โ when every breath ๐ฌ๏ธ is heavy ๐ and every sunrise ๐
seems dimmer ๐ than the one before. Yet ๐ฑ even in those moments โณ, God ๐ whispers a promise ๐: this is not the end. โจ
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๐ซ:: The ache you feel now is not wasted; it is shaping you ๐ฟ, stretching your heart โค๏ธ for something greater ๐. Every tear ๐ง, every silent night ๐, every unanswered prayer ๐โโ๏ธ is weaving itself into a future drenched in light โ๏ธ.
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๐::: There will come a day ๐ when the heaviness lifts ๐ค๏ธ, when joy ๐ arrives not as a stranger ๐ช, but as a long-awaited friend ๐. And when it does, youโll understand โ it was never that the pain was meaningless ๐ซ, but that it was preparing you ๐ช to hold joy ๐บ more deeply ๐ than ever before ๐.
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๐ฆ May your Sunday be filled with peace and His presence, Ka-Barkadas ! ๐