search me and know me I prayed and asked expose my heart may it be found true to You and You alone childlike faith is the gift You've given to me to believe in who You are no matter who I become or what life decides to be because of faith Your faith … Continue reading Yours
Patiently, He waits for us to seek His face again, to hope again, to believe again. No good thing will He ever withhold from you and all He has is goodness in His heart for you. If it's not good, it's not done yet because He is the giver of the good and perfect. The pain you may feel now will not compare to His glory that will shine through your story. Pain is not the end, but the beginning of something greater.
Most often, when I begin to dream for something, to hope and wish and pray for something, it sounds like nothing more than a whisper in the wind. Maybe it is because I don’t think it is possible for me to have anything more than just this.
We are closer to our individual selves than anyone besides God can and will ever be. Treat yourself with kindness. Fill your mind with truth and rebuke the lies. To yourself be a friend and not a foe. You have the power to build yourself up or tare yourself down.
Our independence depends on our acceptance to the freedom that was bought for us with sacrificial love. The acceptance of that freedom depends on our faith in the identity of who we are which is rooted in the One who paid the price for our freedom.
Life is hard. It's easy to get lost in it and to forget who we are, whose we are, but He is faithful. He always is and He has promised to never leave us.
Often times, all we do is focus on the darkness that envelopes us. We hide behind walls and remove our sight from the light that is always there. Light is always there, but we aren't and that's when darkness consumes us, blinds us from the truth that is right in front of us and shields us from the peace fighting to get through to our hearts. ...Wake up.
The blinds in my room are always slightly open. I love waking up to little specks of soft light on my walls as they devour every inch of the room each and every morning. This light is what urges me to wake up most days. The gift of novelty that comes with the start of each new day excites me. What does God have to show me today? What does He have planned for us? There are some mornings, though, that worry, despair, and the longing for more urge me to stay in bed, close the blinds, and tell God "not today". Today was that kind of morning.