Father who never fails to find us in the wilderness, who sees those who run to far off places, who pursues the panicked and downcast, who meets us in our desolation, thank you for being the God who sees. Thank you for being the God who hears. Thank you for being present even in the barren lands, the places where we assume nothing is happening, the place…
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