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I remember being in school, where faith was mocked… hope felt like a whisper, drowning under popularity in pain where kids were just simply being kids some lost some ….pretending trying to survive I remember praying in secret for the ones who laughed at the thought of God. the ones who were too wounded to believe he cared,!but God !he heard those prayers chase those hearts, and now the same voices that spoke out are lifting hands to worship the eyes that was rolled at truth… weep in the Awe of God. the people who questioned the authenticity of God… know he is everything the word says Ezekiel 11:19 I will give them a new heart and a new mind. I will take away their stubborn heart of stone and will give them an obedient heart, so I don’t know who needed to hear this, but for those who are still praying God‘s not done he’s still in the process of changing hearts.