I keep asking God to fling open the doors of my heart in the middle of the most brutal storm. To let the scandal of grace and extravagance of mercy fill up every single crevice, every dent and scratch and nook and cranny so that I will always be able to look every single person in eye with an abiding faith and unfailing love and say, “it is well with my soul.” 

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