Write your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to do.

God: Fight your way out.

Me: I don’t know how.

God: Write your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

God: Praise your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to sing.

God: Make your way out.

Me: I don’t know where to start.

God: Choose your way out.

Me: I don’t know where to go.

God: Where am I?

Me: Here.

God: Where is here?

Me: Right beside me.

God: Who is at the beginning?

Me: You.

God: Who is at your middle?

Me: You.

God: Who is already at your end?

Me: You.

God: Write your way out. With Me, beside you.

Me: I will.

brb,

Cassandra

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