Even to your old age, I will be the same, and I will bear you up when you turn gray. I have made you, and I will carry you; I will sustain you and deliver you.
Missing yourself is a quiet kind of grief, and it rarely gets named out loud. It can surface when you remember how easily you used to laugh and how well you slept, or how simply you once believed in God without having to try.
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