Hope is the light on the horizon. The struggles we go through are temporary. As we persevere our character is redefined. We become stronger to fight the next battle with the armor God has given us. With that strength we have faith we will be unharmed as we get to the other side.
“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” Genesis 50:20 NIV Abba, My anger came spilling out this week. I was reminded of some memories of my past. Memories of what was done to me. They made me feel like … Continue reading Why
You white washed my canvas, Covered the mess I made. Creating new brush strokes, Of the person you imagined. The brush gently glides across the canvas, Feeling like a feather stroking my heart, That brings me warmth and peace radiating through my soul. I am fully aware of the old layer underneath as a reminder … Continue reading Transformation
This is a combination of a few things I have written. I praise God everyday that He has given me life. Not by my might but by His blood I have been rescued and adopted as His daughter who is fearfully and wonderfully made. In His image, God created me. Fearfully and wonderfully made. Placed … Continue reading I Have Life!
As Christmas approaches I cannot help to remember what God has done for me. I am still in awe that He would give His Son's life for me. I don't deserve it but yet He gave me the gift of grace and that is enough for me. Written 2/27/17 “He was despised and rejected by … Continue reading Remembering What Jesus did for me: His Crucifixion for My Resurrection
The enemies taunts gets stronger I make them bigger than You Jesus. I feel so far away, the barrier is thick Then I realize I let go of You. I know You are near in the middle of my storm, Only I cannot see I made it bigger than You. I am lost in the … Continue reading I Stand with You
Written 1/1/7 "I will be found by you declares the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes...." Jeremiah 29:14 Daddy, I found you. I cried out to you asking why was I so quiet, why couldn't I defend myself, why are my kids gone, why am I alone, why have you not restored my fortunes? … Continue reading Remembering: When Abba called me “My Daughter”