In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.
The thoughts won't stop. His comfort doesn't need them to.
Your mind is a crowd tonight, every worry talking at once. You don't have to win the argument with them. Into that exact noise — not after it quiets — His comfort comes and steadies the part of you that was spinning. You don't have to think your way to peace. You only have to let it in.
Psalm 94:19
Anxious
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