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To the tired ones

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Jan 12, 2025
  • 1 min read

To the tired ones…

The hurting ones…

The brokenhearted…

Look at how you’ve let God work through your brokenness.

The weight you’ve carried is no small thing.

The ashes you’ve sat among—cold, cruel, undeserved.

And yet, here you are.


Look at the beauty you’ve allowed Him to weave

through the threads of sorrow.

Look at the hearts still touched by your story,

the lives transformed by your courage.


Through your surrender, His mighty arm has moved.

Through your pain, His glory has shone brighter.

And through it all, you’ve made Him beautiful to so many.


A trophy of grace.

Your broken pieces, a testament to the Master of masterpieces.

It will be worth it.

What fellowship there is in his sufferings🤍


 
 
 

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