Biblewithlive
itsliorawildhart Some hearts survive because they were never held by darkness in the first place. They mistook gentleness for weakness. They thought betrayal would make me bitter. They thought the wounds would change who I am. But every tear became a prayer. Every scar became grace. And everything meant to pull me away from God only brought me closer to Him. You may wound what is human, but you cannot own what Heaven holds. My heart always belonged to God. Evil Tried So Hard to Break My
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