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”
I have been in recovery for 2 years now. I grew up with parents who were emotionally absent, and I married an abusive man. My addictive behaviors were a result of feeling rejected. Early in my recovery Jesus rescued me. I gave my testimony recently and the word I identified myself with was insignificant. I … Continue reading Confession
Written 8/13/18 “But as for me, my feet had almost slipped; I had nearly lost my foothold.” Psalm 73:2 Over the weekend I had asked my daughter if she wanted to spend time with me while I was in town. She made excuses as to why she couldn’t see me. Our relationship is strained because … Continue reading Safe in My Shadow