She looked at the pictures. Pictures bore of great people and great places, luxuriously drawn her heart green. "How beautiful!" she silently admitted. Life which she had secluded herself from, a life she erased to put an end to the grumblings of uneven proportions - without share, there needed no compare.
Four nights had turned into forty days. Days into months, months into year. "What's my purpose?" she thought. "You gave me ministries i let down. What use of me?"
Luke 19:26 stated, "... everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what he has will be taken away."
"You must have taken away...," she shed a tear.
Life without a purpose, she realized, was an emptiness, a vain conceit of self-achievement.
"Change me," she prayed.
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