Some days my thoughts refuse to silence themselves, and I feel like I’m walking around in darkness reaching for a stretched hand. I sometimes close my eyes to listen for that still small voice to steer me down a sound and narrow path.

Some days my thoughts refuse to silence themselves, and I feel like I’m walking around in darkness reaching for a stretched hand. I sometimes close my eyes to listen for that still small voice to steer me down a sound and narrow path.

– Terry a O’Neal –

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