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There's a story in the Bible where a centurion said to Jesus, "say the word and my servant will be healed."

SAY . THE . WORD

Over the last few days, we've been privileged to sit under some of the most amazing speakers and preachers and word after word was spoken. But all of it wouldn't matter if the words you hear doesn't rip apart lies and break down walls that have held you back your whole life. But God spoke the word. The word was said. The ache is gone.

There's a newness that comes with realising the truth that's been there all along.

Worship doesn't hurt anymore. I feel like I've rediscovered my voice. The voice that was slowly being shut down for years to the point that I was silent.


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