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I thought it all died. I watched it die.

They hung up my beautiful beliefs like dirty laundry -- hung them out and laughed and watched them bleed and wilt.

It had been finished.

I thought He was the gardener until He said my name.

Now I always look for God in gardeners. He's not opposed to showing up when he's not invited or not expected or not believed in. He spoke my beliefs back into my heart in two syllables. He resurrected my hopes and gave them a body.