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I have walked through many seasons,bare hands carrying bread and burdens,a single flame in the dark,a mother’s voice steady against storms.I have known the silence of roomswhere laughter once lived,and the ache of asking favorsthat never find their way to lips.Sometimes it feels as thoughI am asked to walk until the end,my footsteps fading into dust,my heart still beating for thosewho no longer need my armsbut whose futures I cradle in prayer.I am not as strong as I was,yet strength still lingers—in the way I rise each morning,in the way I hold my children’s nameslike hymns upon my tongue.Savings folded away,memories stitched into years of labor,I pause now,freelance hours scattered like leaves,wondering if the worth of stayingis measured in the love I give,or in the quiet enduranceof a soul that refuses to let go.God, I ask You—let me remain,let me see their paths unfold,let me guard them a little longer.I do not seek riches,only time,only the grace to stand beside themuntil their roots are deep enoughto hold against the winds.There are nights when headachespress against my temples,and tears blur the pages of my prayers.Yet even in sorrow,I whisper gratitude—for the years already given,for the chance to love,for the strength to walk,even when the road feels endless.I am still here.Not finished, not forgotten.Still walking,still praying,still holding the futurelike a fragile flame in my hands.
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