Psalms 139:16

Healed.  Delivered.  Touched by the hand of God. So that we may arise and serve others. Matthew 9:15 "So He touched her hand... and she arose and served"

Its Friday ( its Friday, Friday...**cue Rebecca Black's song**) and its my dad's birthday! .....and it's Valentine's Day.  I wanted to write about this for sometime and since today is the day that the world celebrates 'love', I thought I'd share with you what God has been teaching me about this concept of love. A few weeks ago, after a conversation that lasted a total of 5minutes about something insignificant, I began to feel my blood boil. My heart went hot with such rage, such hate for people. All people are terrible, I thought. Too judgmental. Too opinionated. Too hurtful. Too selfish and self-centered. And I found myself unable to distance even myself from this distaste; all people, myself included, we are terrible creatures...  Throughout my day, I couldn't shake off this bitterness. So I did what I always do, I journaled. I and God have conversations in journals, we have since I was a child. Usually I can hand th...

You never change, you are the God you say you are; When I'm afraid you calm and still my beating heart. You stay the same, when hope is just a distant thought, You take my pain, and you lead me to the cross I look to you, I see the scars upon your hands. And hold the truth, that when I can't you always can. I'm standing here, beneath the shadow of the cross. I'm overwhelmed that I keep finding open arms. What love is this, that you gave your life for me And made a way for me to know you And I confess you're always enough for me you're all I need So grateful for this love. for this love that never ends, always satisfies, and makes me complete, whole.