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Gloria Lybecker posted an update
Trust
Some mornings I walk the tree line and let the wind chimes pray first. I breathe in the resin of pine, breathe out the ache I’m carrying, and talk with God the way I’d talk with a dear friend—no fancy words, just honesty. Step by steady step, strength returns. When I pause to wait, I remember: nothing is wasted here—not breath, not time, not tears.
If you feel a little lost today, take a slow walk and whisper what’s true. Trust the One who meets you in the quiet. You are being guided.
