"She lived alone and few could know when Lucy ceased to be, but she is in the grave, and oh, the difference to me."
Sometimes I feel like the Lucy in Wordsworth's poem, like no one sees me or knows me, but I'm glad to know that I have a God who always sees the violet, the faint star, the one who lives alone.
Even when I feel alone, I'm not. I have a Savior who will never leave me.
Even when I'm faint of heart, I'm not powerless. I have the Holy Spirit to strengthen me.
Even when I'm frail and easily crushed, I'm not without the God of the universe.
I am frail like the violet and faint like the star, but I am not alone. I am weak, but He is strong. Life is hard, but God is good.
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