I hope you never confuse my pain response for weakness.
I was built stronger than I believe, but I'm slowly believing.
You see, my maker believes in me.
He or she thinks I'm such a badass.
I was fashioned to face hard times with grace.
My foundation of faith, sturdy, unwavering and sure.
So much confidence in my conquering abilities. I was made strong. I was made to fight battles and win.
Yes, I will win.
So, when hot tears fall like rain, that's just a break in the main. He will fix it. He knows his handiwork. He knows. My God knows.
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