Faith Poem

Rest. Keep leaning. Keep praying. Keep inhaling, and then find the courage to exhale.

These are the words that skipped through my tired mind 30 minutes ago. And all I heard back in my soul is “I see you, and I will refill your cup. My well never runs dry.”

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Her Cup Never Ran Dry

© more by Bethny Ricks

Published: March 4, 2021

no matter how weary
she kept pouring

but her cup never ran dry, for God
renewed her strength daily, and
gave her a peace
beyond all understanding

ABOUT THE POET:

Bethny Ricks has been in corporate America for over 18 years. She is also a poet and mother of two children. She writes authentically and does not shy away from the pain and hopelessness she felt at one point in life. Although her life has taken many unexpected turns, she uses her experience with brokenness to bring hope to others. Her debut poetry collection, An Inconvenient Journey, is now available for purchase.

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