No Such Thing As Impossible…

Just an ordinary girl that God used in an extraordinary way. She was no saint, she wasn’t at the top of her class, she wasn’t even considered brilliant or the most beautiful. In fact the Bible doesn’t really describe any physical part of her. All we know about her at the time is that she is: 1) a virgin and 2) highly favoured by God.

Imagine…To be told by one of God’s messengers that God highly favours you. Mary was just an average teenaged girl. She was betrothed to an average guy and she thought she had her life planned out perfectly. They would marry and have children, love those children and watch those children grow up to marry and give them great grand children. It was a perfect average situation….But…God had other plans. God always has a plan for us that goes way beyond our expectations. We may try to change them, forgetting that no matter what, God can do anything.

So Mary receives this divine visit from a man named Gabriel, who “claims” to be God’s angel. She never even questions that claim for she knows in her heart that he speaks the truth. I say this cause I know  a lot of people, sometimes even myself, that would probably question someone claiming to be an angel. Mary didn’t, in fact she was even friendly to him and Believed him.

Mary never argued. She never once demanded that there had been a mistake. But instead she reply’s:

“How can this be, I am a virgin?”

A voice of reason. Now if I were Mary, I would most definitely be in shock right about now. But such a sensible and reasonable answer certainly tells us something. Mary was thinking clearly. She clearly understood what this angel was telling her. The answer she receives is pretty amazing.

“The power of the most high will over shadow you. The holy Spirit will come upon you.”

WOW! How wonderful would that be! To be honest I have been stuck on this verse for the past day. I can’t get past it. That is some promise. “The power of the most high will OVERSHADOW YOU” Imagine God’s power overshadowing you. When you have God’s power overshadowing you, that is when you begin to see the impossible happen.

“Mary, nothing is impossible with God.” The last  thing Gabriel told her before leaving. When God’s power is over shadowing you anything can happen. God can do anything!

Mary had the best response you could have to such a message. She didn’t away, she never got angry, she never questioned the angels sincerity, but instead She kneels down and worships Her God singing praises in His name. She knew this could bring her some trouble, I’m sure she was even a little frightened to tell people, knowing what they would think. But she didn’t care cause she knew her God was greater than that. Mary had enough trust and faith to believe Her God knew exactly what He was talking about. She had the faith to believe that God’s plan for her life was greater than hers and that it was indeed the best plan for her. She truly believed that…NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH GOD!

MERRY CHRISTMAS: NOT JUST A SIMPLE PHRASE

I know it is not Christmas yet…though it is fast approaching. I am also aware of all the rules that prohibit me to say the famous and lovely “Merry Christmas”. And to be honest…I hate it. .

This Christmas is different for me. This Christmas I have a growing number of friends and acquaintances who not only are not Christians but really have no idea why Christmas even exists. It’s all fun and parties for them. Though it’s true that Christmas is a wonderful time to have parties and gatherings, to see friends and family and spend time with them, It just isn’t the reason for Christmas.

It is required of me to be respectful and remember all these religious holidays. To be respectful of other cultures and backgrounds. I have no problem with that, it is important to love one another and be considerate. But the thought I keep coming back to is this:  All the religions in this world are all highly respected and tolerated. They are all respected. All the religious holidays are respected…but then there is Christmas. Believe it or not it is a religious holiday. It is a Christian holiday. You are free to celebrate along with Christians but why does the true meaning of Christmas, the reason Christians celebrate, have to be so hidden and secretive. Really it is as easy as saying “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays” or “seasons greetings” I absolutely can not stand those two phrases.

Maybe it would be easier to understand why I feel so passionately about this subject if you truly had a basic understanding of why Christmas even exists. Maybe you do understand Christmas, but really , it’s a good reminder to us all. You see, it really isn’t about the presents, the cookies and milk, the shopping, and the santa clause. None of this really has anything to do with Christmas.

It’s not about Christmas trees, decorations and carolling, the lights and the big feast on the 25th of December. I admit, these things are nice, I enjoy them as much as you. But there is so much more to the story.

It’s about a baby. A baby that was born to a virgin girl. A baby who not only would grow up to be a mighty king…He was born a King; the King of Kings. A baby who was born in a barn and laid in a feeding trough due to every inn being full that night. A baby who grew up to teach his people, and heal them of their pain and disease. A baby who grew up only to be arrested and beaten and later slain on a cross though he did nothing to deserve it. A baby who after dying was laid in a tomb for three days that was heavily protected against potential thieves. A baby who, three days after dying, arose from his grave conquering death and coming back to life.

This baby I speak of is my Saviour Jesus Christ. He is the reason for this Holiday. He is the reason we even get a day off near the end of the year, the reason Christmas was even created. Because with out Jesus, with out my God we would all be dead! We would all be completely doomed! Jesus came to earth as a little baby, so that we all, whom he loves so very much, may have the choice to follow him.

My God has so much grace and love for me. More than I have ever deserved. That is the gift I celebrate having received at my Christmas time. The gift of grace. It’s a gift that is under every Christmas tree every year. In fact it is a gift that is always available no matter what time of year it is. It’s a gift from God to us. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Seven Days

On the first day God said,
“Let there be light”
And the light that he made was ever so bright
The light he called day
And the dark he called night
And so it was made to God’s delight!
God looked at it all
With a smile on His face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made



On the second day God said,
“Let there be space between the water and the sky,
So the light has place to roam up so high,
And let there be water to cool the planet,
To bring refreshing and beauty so extravagant”
And it was so as God declared!
God looked at it all
With a smile on His face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made

On the third day God said,
“Let there be land
Let there be soil and mud,
And rocks and sand,
Let there be trees
And plants and leaves,
Let the flowers grow and colour
The earth beneath”
And it was so, all that God dreamed!
God looked at it all
With a smile on His face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made



On the fourth day God said,
“Let there be lights in the sky,
Let there be a sun that shines so bright during the day,
And let it bring heat to the chilliest of days
Let there be a moon to light the night,
When darkness covers the earth so tight,
And let billions of stars twinkle like diamonds so pretty”
And it was all so as God exclaimed!
God looked at it all
With a smile on his face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made


On the fifth day God said,
“Let the sky be filled with birds,
Let each winged creature soar undisturbed
And let the sea be filled with movement so swift,
Of dolphins and sharks and whales and crabs,
Let each creature in the sea swim and roam freely”
And it was all so as God gave his command!
God looked at it all
With a smile on his face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made

On the sixth day God said,
“Let there be life to roam the land
So quiet and still,
Let there be movement
Running, prancing, with noises so rare,
I want to see my creation enjoyed,”
God made it clear
Tigers, elephants, puppies, and snakes,
“Each creature will be special and have different traits,
I want creativity to cover the earth,
Let there be diversity among each living creature”

“And let there be humans
Made in our own image,
Let them rule the earth
And have dominion of it
Let them do so together
With each other and with us”
And it was all so as God made it known!
God looked at it all
Each creature with love
For He was pleased with it all
As he watched from above

On the seventh day
God examined the beauty he had created,
He watched each animal and spoke with Adam
It was this day he rested after all he had done,
This day he made Holy and from then on
And it was all so, for the last time God declared!
God looked at it all
With a smile on His face
For He was pleased with it all
All that He had just made

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Fear, Not!

Isaiah 41:10
Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you,
I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.

Proverbs 14:25-27
A true witness delivers souls,
But a deceitful witness speaks lies.
In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence,
And His children will have a place of refuge
The fear of the LORD is a fountain of life,
To turn one away from the snares of death.

2 Timothy 1:6
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline

Three verses God has been been constantly reminding me off these past few days. You know when particular verses just start popping up everywhere that God must be trying to get your attention and that there must be a message from him. So I am deciding to listen.

I am a University student this year. I am studying as a SETA student, so I can work with special needs kids and help them through their education journey. It can be a constant battle...but that isn't the only battle I am fighting right now. I happen to enter another battle field daily. Five days a week right in my own classroom. It's a spiritual battle, and there are so many souls to be saved.

What does it mean to fear something? What does it mean to be afraid? What does it mean to fear the Lord? The simple word, fear, has multiple meanings. We tend to think of it as being afraid. But when you start talking of "The Fear of the Lord" I have heard it explained as being constantly aware of his presence. If you have ever been told "Someone is always watching" this might make sense of you. To be constantly aware of someone's presence is to always be knowing that someone is around. Let's face it, when someone is around we act differently then if we are on our own. We don't do certain things and we don't say certain things. It really does depend on who is in the room. It is the same way with God. It isn't right, but it happens. We need to be constant with him. We need to remember that God is always there and that we should always be on our best behaviour. There is no need to suddenly be worried, and put on a mask.

My next question is...why does it have to be so hard to share our awesome and powerful, glorious experiences in the presence of God with unbelievers? Don't people learn the best by hearing other's personnal stories and experiences? Why do we suddenly get so scared around our unsaved friends. Why do we suddenly forget that we can lay hands on our unsaved friends and pray that God will heal them? We do it all the time at church and with our Christian friends, It's time to step outside of the church.

I had an experience. Someone in my class was telling me some of their health problems that they have been dealing with. The whole time they are talking God was telling me "come on, pray for her, you can do it." But the ruth is, I didn't. The Truth is that I regret it, I have regretted it ever since then. I know I should of...but I was too afraid. I let fear take control and not God. "For God has not given us a spirit of fear" Well then all I can say right now is "Jesus, get this devil plain out of my life cause I don't need him....I need YOU! I want that spirit of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."

I want to see lives saved, eyes opened, people healed, and Christ revealed. But how is this ever going to happen if I am too scared to step forward and begin praying for people in my work, in my classroom, and even just plain on the streets. What would happen if we just kept this in our churches? What would happen if we just kept all this "spiritual stuff" in our safe communities? We wouldn't be fullfilling what Christ asked us to. We wouldn't be "GOING in to all the world" Those words God gives me for people, I need to take a step of faith and believe they are from God. Then I need to GO! I need to SPEAK those words of power and love in to somebody's life.

Are you afraid? You aren't alone. Question is, are you going to let that fear control you? Or are you going to give it to God to let him deal with it so you can get on with the work He has set out for you to do????

Simple Isn’t Easy: It’s About Grace

Grace: By grace I have been saved, through faith. I see you Jesus. My Jesus. My saviour. My Father. My best friend. Grace…faith…love. That’s what it is all about. That is why I believe. Why is it that the simplest concept to grasp is what is often seen as the hardest thing to understand? Why?

The fact is: the only thing keeping us from God and keeping us living forever with God, is sin. This is generally what religion is all about: Sin and eternity. Everyone seems to have a different picture, these days, of what eternity looks like to them. For the most part it’s all the same, do good deeds and be the best person you can be. Don’t be bad. Typically people see it as…you must be a good person all your life. We must not mess up. If you can do this, after death, you will be okay. Either you get to become a god, you might get your own planet, or you will come back to life as something better. But ONLY If you aren’t doomed because of some dumb thing you did.  Well if this was the case then we are all doomed. We have all sinned. The Bible says so in Romans 3 “For we have all sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God.”  And that is why we need the grace of God. With his grace we don’t have to feel doomed, but we get the opportunity to receive a second chance.

So, we have established that we can not work for our salvation. That we have all sinned. Sin is what separates us from God. It’s the truth: WE are not perfect. Doing good things will not make us perfect. I would hate to have to live up to that model of perfection. That is a HUGE burden to place on someone. Good works just can’t get you in to Heaven. So why do people insist that it can work?

People want to be great. They want to make a difference. That’s why doing good things can seem so appealing. Cause most times, it will get you noticed in a positive way: FAME! GLORY! That is what people want. People want to be noticed. It really makes sense why one would think that being a good person will get you a good eternity. It makes sense why people would want to follow that road so willingly. Cause the other road sounds like such a difficult and impossible task, one that should have a long and difficult journey to accomplish. People look at that “Long and difficult road” in the wrong way. Truth is it is a better road to follow, one that will get you further. The problem? This second road is the road called servant hood. The “doing the little things” road. The one road most people what to shy away from. Let's face it, other road is the road of quick and easy, and glory and fame. But I’m sorry, that isn’t always right.

The road of a servant. The road full of hard and dirty work. People avoid it at all costs, because of its distance. Because when they look down in to the distance all they see is work, and dirt. It’s because they aren’t able to look far enough. What they don’t realize is where the road ends up. In a far more beautiful and wonderful place. A place of glory. Of love and belonging. The one problem is, people don’t want to wait. They want it NOW. But this second road is a road of true love and true belonging. Because it’s not only the road of a servant, it’s also the road of grace. Something that attracts that servant. On that road you will never find yourself alone, unlike the other road. The other road, you will have people come and go in your life. It is never guaranteed you will always have companionship on that first road. On this road all you can ever know is love. On this road you will ALWAYS have friend.

This is one thing people find so hard to practice, and to walk through: because it makes them look bad. It makes them look weak. But you know what? WE ARE WEAK! We can work our buts off all our life, but if we don’t have complete surrender, if we don’t accept his grace, we have nothing. On our own, we are weak, but we are strong in Christ. Christ in me, Hope of Glory.

God likes the simple. God likes to begin small.God needs servants not leaders. He is the leader and he asks us to follow him. He starts off small. He builds big things our of nothing. He works the impossible out of something as small as a mustard seed. And he lives in Me. That is why I can believe that he will use me. Because he can do anything our of nothing.

Christ in me! Surrender is a difficult task to grasp. Total surrender is about the hardest thing for us to do. We are such control freaks. But we must see ourselves as nothing because God wants to make us something. God asks us to surrender ourselves to him. He gave us a choice to choose whether we want to, but than he promised us that if we do, he will work and shape us to be who he wants us to be. He will use us for great things. Here again we find ourselves with a problem. A time problem. This is a process. We seem to hate the word process these days. God’s timing is the best timing. Problem is we like our timing,. Problem is we have lost all patience for anything worthwhile case we want the good things NOW. These days we have no time for patience amongst our busy schedules. But this is how God works. He takes his time. We don’t know his time. We just need to wait on him for as long or as short as he deems necessary.

This may sound all simple and easy, easier than sweating over if you have done enough through out your life to go to Heaven. Then this may definitely sound too good to be true. This is true, but it is not easy. Becoming a servant and submitting ourselves to that standard is never easy, but it is good because it is what God wants of us. It is what he asks us to do.

This eternity, this love is a gift. A gift of grace. We don’t deserve any of this. Jesus didn’t have to die. He died because of his unconditional love for us. Because if He didn’t die we would all be dead. A gift of grace from God to us. The gift of a second chance. Jesus is the only way to eternity. It says so in the book of John. “I am the way, the truth, and the life, no one comes to the father except through me.” Jesus is the way. It’s not the easiest way, but I really believe it is worth it. Servant not leader, Grace not works, faith not sight. Total surrender, total humility, total love. God is a God of grace. All he wants of you is your surrender, your willingness, and your love. He wants you to come as you are. To come with the innocence of a little child. He just wants you to ask, and to accept openly as a child does. This gift is yours to take. Open it up and receive it. It’s the most important thing you could ever do. This is your gift, remember it’s rude to decline a gift so freely given. So take the chance, walk down that road…and don’t look back. You WILL be guaranteed a change of life, forever.

Thank You, God

This Time of Year, when turkeys begin to go on sale, the pumpkin pie is baking in the oven and the house smells of pumpkin spice lattes. It’s the time of year where we all begin to ask ourselves just what we are thankful for. Well…I believe I just may have a new take on that thought. I am thankful for a lot of things, and why shouldn’t I be? I have a ton. My room is full of stuff. Stuff I just wouldn’t be able to give away cause of the “value” and “memories” that comes along with it, when really all it is another “thing”

I had the opportunity to see another world this  past May. Another world where they didn’t have much. You couldn’t shower every day there and you  brushed your teeth using stored jugs of water. Where sometimes the dishes piled up for days before you could wash them just so you had enough water to wash them. Dishes that have had to sit in a hot room for a few days do not smell the greatest after a while.

Money is always a problem, we just never seem to have enough. On my trip it was the exact same thing, although in these cases, they really didn’t have enough, when we just think we don’t have enough, there are people out there who DON’T have any at all.

On my trip I had the opportunity to play with some very special children. Children who had lost their Mommy and Daddy. Some of these children had been found in horrible conditions. Everything from bushes to dumpsters, some just wandering around, lost. All twenty or so of these children had found there way to this home, the home of a very compassionate lady. This women who had dedicated herself to raising these children to know God and to know love. They didn’t have everything but I could tell they really felt safe there. I had the opportunity to teach some of the older ones, through a kindergarten class. They were learning there letters. It is very interesting to teach a group of children with limited resources. I not only taught this kindergarten class but I had the opportunity to teach Sunday school as well. Those children were some of the most behaved in the class. They didn’t have all the fancy equipment and supplies I am use to teaching with. The supplies were actually pretty limited. Yet they were still there to learn; they were there to understand; They were there to build relationship and to have fun.

So what am I thankful for this thanksgiving? Well On this past trip if there is one thing I learned most of all it is this…the importance of strong community and strong relationships. That is what these people had. They may not of had much but one thing they valued was each other. They seemed to always be together. The home I stayed at seemed to always have someone over visiting. Their door was always opened. They didn’t seem to mind that they had no “alone time” like we do here. They were never in a rush to be somewhere or to do something. But one thing they always made sure they had time for was for their friends and their family. They know they importance of community, and that is  One thing, I believe, we could learn from here in North America. You know sometimes I think that the people here believe they have it the “best”. They have all their resources at their finger tips, they have everything they could possibly need to survive. I am starting to  disagree, though. I don’t think we have things right here. Some things I believe we have very wrong. We take too much for granted and other things we don’t take for granted enough. It’s not us who have thing together, it’s the folks living down in Jamaica, or Sough America, or Africa. They have their priorities straight, they know what’s important.

That’s why this thanksgiving the thing I am most thankful for is the people in my life. For the slow moments like this where i can sit back and relax, where I don’t have to be anywhere or do anything. I am most thankful for the times when all I have to worry about is whether I am having a good time with my friends and family. That’s what’s most important. Cause when hard times come by, it’s not going to be the money you have, or the things you own, or your busy schedule that helps you out of the hole…it’s going to be the people you know and love that are going to come and stand around you and lift you up our of the hole. And if you were too busy doing “stuff” to build relationships…when all that stuff comes crashing down on you, there’s going to be no one to come and help dig you out.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Into His Courts With Praise

The Lord is My Shepherd
(Psalm 23 from the perspective of a Child)




Jesus is my helper; he gives me all I need.

Jesus gives me a bed to sleep in at night.

He gives me enough water to drink and enough food to eat.

Jesus gave me my Mommy and my Daddy
He gave men all my Brothers and sisters, my dog and my cat, and all my aunts and uncles and grandparents who love me lots.

My Mommy and my Daddy always make sure I listen and obey
Just like Jesus asks me to.

My Mommy and Daddy are always there when I am afraid.
When bad things happen, they hold my hand and make me
Feel safe...and they pray...

Jesus is still my best friend when my friends are not being very nice to me. .

Jesus loves me when I am naughty and when I am nice. When I am tired and when I am awake.

I could never ask for anything more.

No matter what happens, I feel loved every day of the week. I know my Mommy and my Daddy love me. I know Jesus loves me.

I know Jesus will never leave me for the rest of my life. He loves me very, very much, and will love me forever and ever and ever.

Amen

Set My Heart on Fire

And my heart burns for You...
And my heart burns for You...
A simple, simple song we sing in church every so often. As I sang along today in church I suddenly began to question just what this song is saying, just what this song really means, to me, mostly. So I stopped singing. I sat down and closed my eyes. I began to ask God. I wanted answers. I asked God...God, Just what does a "heart burning for you" look like. I waited and I waited...I asked fervently and he gave me an answer. One I feel I really must share. Various teachers have always told me, if you don't understand something chances are other people don't either. so under those assumptions that there just may be people with the same question, here is the answer God gave to me, himself.

What does it mean to have a heart burning for Jesus?

Constant, constant was a key word in God's answer. To have your heart burning is to want Jesus constantly through out your day. To not be able to stop thinking about God. To not be able to stop talking to God. To have you heart burn for Jesus is to be walking constantly beside him as you do with your best friend. This is just part of it though. There was some more to his explanation.

When your heart is so on fire for Jesus, Your fire is so in control (with Jesus help) Of course we know that when we rely on Jesus and are following after him, when we give him the wheel there is nothing to worry about.

He went on to say when your Heart is on fire and your eyes are totally focused on him, He will begin to show me things. It is then that I can see people in their state of need. See their uncontrollable fires and, with God's help, try to show them how they can come to not only manage but to control their fire...that it may not run their life and how to give God all the control.

I got the picture of a school hallway. All around me was a bunch of little fires walking around. Some are huge and blazing hot and uncontrol and few are burning steadily and some are completely out, just a pile of wood. God showed me the few fires burning steadily are the passionate, not-just-sunday morning christians. These are the people that want to not only see change and see lives saved but they are marching off to do so. They're eyes are totally focused on their saviour. They are helping the other fires spark, and get in control. These fires are tryng to spread...

The Uncontrollable fires are those Christians who go to church on sunday morning and that is about it. They say they're christians and they believe whole heartedly, they pray and read their Bibles but they are not really taking it in, they are not doing something with the knowledge and they are just living their life. They really aren't focusing their all on Jesus. So when something goes wrong they are not prepared to deal with it causing their fire to go out of control. They haven't learned how to control their fire, they haven't learned to give Jesus their everything. That is the key.

The third group of people are those who don't know Jesus. They don't even have a fire started. They are just a pile of wood. They really don't have anything to burn for and to strive for. After all what is a life with out Jesus?

God told me that when my heart is passionately on fire for him, when I am totally focused on him, He will give me the abilty to see these people and it is then he will give me the wisdom and the knowledge as to what to do. And this isn't just for me but for everybody. But only when we have completely put all our focus and trust on him. Only when Our hearts are burning intently for him. Our King Jesus Christ. And that's a promise...

God has left me with only one questin now...and so I ask you, What does your fire look like?

Neither Death nor Life...

Romans 8:38-40
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.



This vision came to me last year...I had not thought to write about it ti'll now but here it is...I feel as if God gave this picture to me to share with others.

A girl is running, trying to get somewhere. I don't know where but she is in a hurry. She doesn't make it. She can't. For suddenly she is completely surrounded by a crowd of demonic men and women. They won't let her past. They are circled around her, beating her, taunting her. Calling out the worst possible threats and names one can call another. The cuts and bruises they are giving her are horrendous. She is kneeling now, curled in to a little ball. She can't get up, she won't get up. She feels humiliated and helpless, she feels ver insignificant. There is nothing more she can do...Her tears of shame soaking the ground. She is going to die.

All of a sudden something happens. She can hear footsteps, someone is coming. Someone is running. More attackers? She braces hersef for the worse. Clenches her eyes shut, Her heart is beating rapidly, her throat dry and raw. She feels weak.

Without another thought She suddenly finds herself gliding swiftly through the air. Someone is carrying her, "To safety or to death" she wonders though deep down she knows it could only be to safety. The man, for she knows its a man by now, just keeps
whispering words of comfort and love. His strong arms hold so much compassion. he is Whispering things like "Don't worry my child everything is going to be alright. Your're with me now, They can't defeat me inasmuch as they try"



He breaks through the wall of her enemies without much effort. He truly is stronger than them though she could never imagine someone so, not the way she felt those beatings.

He places her down on the ground a safe distance away from her enemies and proceeds to take care of her fully and completely. After he picks her up and holds her in his arms and speaks gently to her. It is here that she suddenly realizes just who her rescuer is. For it is here that she finally is able to catch a glimpse of his face.

"Jesus..." she speaks, her voice very weak.

Now it all comes back to her. She rememebers just how much he loves her, that his love surpasses all things. That no matter what nothing could ever separate her from her Heavenly Father....

Run to the Throne and Embrace Your King

We run to Your Throne
Where we belong
Every heart will sing
That Jesus is Lord
Casting all else aside
For the joy of our Christ
Let Your Glory fall
Our hearts are filled with Your Fire



Such a good song that has really been on my heart lately. "We will run to your throne WHERE WE BELONG" WE belong at his throne, WE belong on our knees worshiping our Saviour. What more could we ask for?

So many times I imnagine myself running...Running in to his presence. I see angels surrounding the throne room, Everything is shining with light...It is beautiful. yet my eyes, usually they would be wandering around the room admiring everything in sight, but they aren't. They are focused so steadily and intently on Him. MY King...My Savouir. I am running to His throne just as he asks me too. And when I get there I am embracing him, I practically fall in to his arms. The love his arms hold overwhelms me. He holds me closely. He protects me, I know I am safe and secure when I am in his presence.

The Colour of Your Heart

Red and yellow, black and white...they are precious in His Sight. Jesus loves the little Children of the world.

Some people can be so cruel. We are all created by God so why not show it. Who cares what someone looks like, what colour skin they have, whether they have glasses or they're from an exotic part of the world. Were all different. It's like saying, I can't like you cause you eat apples for lunch. Sounds dumb but that's exactly what prejudice is...dumb.

Colossians 1:25-27
I have become its servant by the commission God gave me to present to you the word of God in its fullness— the mystery that has been kept hidden for ages and generations, but is now disclosed to the saints. To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, wh...ich is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Christ in me hope of Glory. Christ in me! This next story, I wrote based on a very famous part of scripture. A story Jesus told to his desciples describing to them who their neighbours are. Everyone, whether they are from Canada or Asia is our neighbours. And we should treat them all with the love and respect Jesus would if he was out walking on earth once again. Oh yeah, he is, walking in us and beside us. Christ in me, hope of Glory...



He was dressed in red. They had stripped off his clothes. Blood seeped through his open wounds; he lay on the ground…moaning. There was no one around. No one to hear his cries for help, No one to bear his pain but him. It was getting dark. He began to shiver as the warmth of the suns slowly disappeared. He had only seen two people pass by here in the past few hours. He could feel their cold, disgusted stares as they passed on, without even one thought of compassion. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Both were godly men. How could such godly man do something so hurtful…so ungodly? Surely, God would have helped him if God had passed by that day and saw him lying on the side of the road? Just as the sun slipped away for good, he slipped in to unconsciousness.

“Do you think he will be okay?”
“Hard to say, he should definitely stay the night. Who is he?”
“Don’t know, I found him like this just lying on the side of the road. Blood covered his body. He does not appear to have any money and I need to move on. I have a long journey ahead of me before morning. Here, keep him here as long as he needs, this should cover it…if it does not I will be passing through here in a few days. I will try to stop by to check on him I can give you any more money his bill asks for then.”
“You mean you don’t even know this guy.”
“Never seen him before in my life.”

When he awoke, it was warmer out than he remembered. Brighter too. He must have slept all night. However, something was strangely different. He thought he could hear the murmurs of people whispering off in the distant. Did he miss someone yet again? When was someone going to stop for him?

Just then, his eyes snapped wide open. He was no longer stranded and left to die on the side of the road. Instead, he found himself lying in a bed in an unfamiliar room. The room was sparsely furnished with just the single bed he lay on and one or two other pieces of furniture. On the other side of the room, two men stood quietly talking among themselves in low whispers. It was not long before one of the men hurriedly left the room.

“So how’s our patient?”
“Fine. Um…where am I? And how did I get here?”
“That kind man brought you. Did not appear to know you at all, said he found you lying unconscious on the side of the road. He had to go but not without strict instructions for you to stay here with me. He even was so kind as to pay your bill. Said he would be back in a couple of days to check up on you. Said he was traveling to his home town of Samaria ”

The man could not believe his ears. Such kindness this man showed even for an enemy. And he looked to be just an ordinary man. Not like the priests he had seen walk by him without even a look of empathy. What made this person different that he would go completely out of his way to help another person he did not even know and not to mention hated!

He felt a sharp pain in his head. He needed sleep. Closing his eyes, he thought about the previous day. How helpless he must have looked; dressed in red, naked, alone, and afraid for his life.

He opened his eyes to sudden movement in the room. Standing above him was the doctor with a glass of water.
“Here, drink this, it will refresh you.”
Taking the glass, he happened to glance at his reflection in the cool liquid. His eyes were puffy with redness. His cheeks were badly swollen to a purplish reddish color. He was a sight. Inhaling deeply he choked as a jab of pain shot up his ribs. He was just happy to be alive. Suddenly the redness of his bruised and bloody skin did not bother him all that much. For it was the redness of his heart that mattered, now. For it was no longer black with hatred…but full of love for all his neighbours that needed help…friends and enemies.

Be My Everything

"To whom God was pleased to make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory" (Col. 1:27).

What a great promise this song bring to us all. God is our everything, and he is everywhere...never will he leave us alone to get by ourselves. Without him where would we be? Read the lyrics of this song...It says all that needs to be said...

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping



God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting

God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
Be my everything

HEALED

There are countless times we ask God for things, stuff, miracles. God loves it when we ask for something, when we rely on him for everything. He is our father, our heavenly father. There are many things I have asked God for. It is so easy to ask. Though the problem is we forget he knows everything already and he has a plan for anything. He has a plan for you. He knows just what he is doing. His timing is best. I may ask him for a miracle and sometimes I may go back and question him as to why he didn't give me a miracle and Why he didn't answer my prayer, but is that really fair to God?

The poem below is a story of a little boy. A little boy who didn't live very long after he was born. We were praying for him, praying for a miracle. Just not the miracle God wanted to give us. He chose to take that little boy home to raise him up directly in his presence. Though it wasn't what we asked, though we never saw the healing we wanted...I believe sometimes we need to stop and realize that just because our loved ones don't live, doesn't mean they were not healed. God loves us all so much. He wants us all to be with him. We need to consider it an honour when God chooses to take someone to live in Heaven with him instead of letting them grow up with us. We may weep, we may mourn, but in the end they are with God. In the end why not rejoice? In the end God loved him more then we ever could.

The following poem focuses on a type of healing we don't think enough about. We don't exactly get to see this little boy healed and fully restored, running with his savoir, but God healed him. In, fact I believe that right now, at this very moment, he just couldn't be happier. No more pain, no suffering, no fear, no crying or tears. He is dancing with angels, singing and laughing with the king of kings. Could we ask for much more?



Heaven has received a special gift
A little infant boy
Cute, cuddly, and very sweet
He brings God so much joy

Ever more in God’s presence
Forever in God’s arms
The angels sing him lullabies
And rock him back and forth

Always may he be
A very special boy
May it never be forgotten?
How safe and content he is
In our Lord and saviors arms of
Love and compassion

Laying down his little head
Across Jesus’ chest
He dreams sweet dreams
And plays and laughs
As little boys do best

Energy explodes from his body
As his tiny legs get up and run
He now plays on Heaven’s streets
Paved with golden paving stones

Down he looks to the earth
Through the window of your house
He sees his parents a little sad
But rejoicing greatly
For now their little boy
Is finally home to grow up
Forever in God’s house
Healed and free

Jesus Loves Me

Simple and powerful...I was huuming this song to myself one day last week when I suddenly got the urge to find out more about it...I absolutely love the first verse but I googled the song online only to find there are actually five verses and all equally as powerful. If you don't know the story behind this powerful song, it was written by a women who was asked to write something for a dying boy to cheer him up. Isn't it amazing how the simple things in life can end up being the most life changing. Here is the rest of this most beloved song. Read it and ponder it. It just might stir something up in you. It certainly did for me.



Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Refrain:

“Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

“Jesus loves me! This I know,
As He loved so long ago,
Taking children on His knee,
Saying, ‘Let them come to Me.’

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me still today,
Walking with me on my way,
Wanting as a friend to give
Light and love to all who live.

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me! He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will henceforth live for Thee.

Repeat Refrain

(Note: this next stanza from the original is commonly omitted in hymnals)

“Jesus loves me! Loves me still,
Though I’m very weak and ill,
That I might from sin be free
Bled and died upon the tree.”

AMEN...

I Had A Dream...

But the Lord said to him, “Go, for he is a chosen vessel of Mine to bear My name before Gentiles, kings, and the children of Israel.


I woke up this morning a little dissapointed. Though I was dissapointed, I couldn't help but feel some joy.

I had a dream last night. The dream itself didn't seem to have much point but to entertain my sleeping brain. The setting was weird. I was with some of my best friends. One particular friend was there. There was something different about this particular friend that sets her apart from my other friends.

I have been praying for my friend Chelsey for many years. I began when I was twelve years old. I admit my faith has grown as my friendship with her has grown. And although she may not know it, she has taught me a great many things, rather God has through her.

In my dream I saw a few of my friends praying with her. She was saying that saving prayer I said many years ago. She was saying those words a great deal of my friends had prayed. She was saying those words I have prayed for seven years she would utter.

In my dream I hadn't realized just what she was doing. I was not included among the group. I was merely a spectator. When she finshed praying she left my group of friends and ran over to me to tell me her news. I replied with tears of joy. well, it was more like i was bawling, weeping, but joyfully. I was sad to have missed such a joyful experience but somehow that didn't matter, because Chelsey had come to me for the next step.

One day I hope to share my thoughts and feelings with her that I am able to share with some of my other friends. One day I pray we will be able to speak to each other of what God is doing in our lives, and the world around us.

This dream made me realize two things, though I have prayed for seven years for my friend:
1.) I should never give up on her. God has a plan for her life and just maybe he wants to use me to help fullfill it. I have prayed that God may use me. Maybe this is one way he wants to do that.
2.)I may not be the one to say the prayer with her but I need to be ready to desciple her when she does say the prayer. I need to be ready to invite her to church, give her a Bible, whatever she needs to begin her journey.

I may not know when this will happen, but I woke up this morning with a new hope. Jesus has a plan for everyone. He knows everything. And he knows just when his children will choose to enter his kingdom of light.

The verse written above is a verse God gave to me for my friend. A prophetic word for her life. Later I looked up the meaning of Chelsey's name. Meaning: "Port of ships or vessle" I just stared at the screen completely in awe of my king...

To Be Touched By God

Feel the Power, Jesus is my everything. Lord I need you! Feeling his gentle touch is what keeps me going day after day. He inspires me to live my life with only one purpose in my life. The life I now live, I live for God alone. Creator of Heaven and Earth...I know what it means to be touched by God...

The following poem, is the beginning of a book I have begun to write, of stories of people in my life who have felt his hand on their life. People who have been touched by God.

Truly full of love,
Forever giver of grace
When I need him the most
I feel his tender embrace

Open and honest
Full of questions full of thoughts
I know the answers are always close
I only need to talk to you, God

Ultimately it is you I trust,
In you I put my worries
My fears, my iniquities
My imperfection, my guilt,
My pride…
You took it all from me…
You took it…and then you died…

Called me by name
Called me your child
Breathed life in to me
Your inspiration is mine,
I am constantly seeing you work
Through out all my life

Holy Spirit Rain down
Rain Down
Rain Down
Soak me to the skin
In the mercy you hold
The compassion you give
And the love you constantly show
I need you hand on my life,
Every day of the week
I need your grace that you give so freely

Every day, guide me
Take me by the hand
Lead me to paths of righteousness
Keep me out of the sinking sand
I want to feel your hand
Over all my life
To feel your touch is comfort enough
Especially when I am surrounded by so much strife

Dreaming of more
Oh so much more!
With you in my life
I know there is so much in store
I never have to worry
Of getting lost
And losing my way
So long as my focus is on you
Your gentle touch
Is what keeps me from drifting
I love you father God
You are my king

From God Above

Psalm 45:14-15
In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king,
accompanied by her bridesmaids.
What a joyful and enthusiastic procession
as they enter the king’s palace!




Beautiful one
Why do you cry?
Come…sit…
I have the time
I have all the time you need
Say what you need to say
I love spending time with you
…my child…
Why can’t we do this more?


Here you go…
You like to read
Why not read this—
The best book written
The best of the best
Inside its pages
You’ll find answers to problems
And sound advice
But that’s not all
It’s also a map of your life
It includes all the right directions
And all the right turns

And if ever you are bored
In need of some excitement
There may also be a story or two
That might interest you
Variety is plenty
Romance, action, tragedy,
And even a little comedy too
All non fiction
Abraham, Isaac, Noah, Ruth

Why don’t we read this together?
I know you will find it
Quite what you need
Anytime, anywhere
Just flip through these pages
Just begin to read

Now lay your head down
Rest here now
Daddy’s got you close
You’re safe and sound
If you need to cry
Go right ahead
If something made you laugh
I want to hear the joke that was said
If someone made you frustrated
Or really, very mad,
I love to hear your voice
Tell me everything you can
I love the time you spend with me
I treasure it
So precious it is
Talk to me whenever
But I do have one small request
You may talk all you want
But also take the time to listen
For I have things to say
And stories to tell as well
I have a message just for you
Remember
A conversation just doesn’t work
With only one
It was created for two

I love you my daughter
That you should never forget
Let me straighten the crown
That sits on your head
You – a princess
To the most high king
Please never forget that
If anything
I think your beautiful
Special and unique
Gifted, talented
I made you in my image
That should tell you a lot
That you are extremely beautiful
Through and through
Remember –
I always tell the truth

And no matter what you’ve done
Whether it be big or small
Remember the cross
And what I did for you
Bring me your troubles
Any issues you hold
And remember—
I conquered death,
Nothing is to huge
That I won’t be able to fix

The things you have done wrong
And the sins you have committed
Forgiven
Forgiven
Your sins are forgiven
Forgotten
I will never again bring them up
No matter what
I love you
I am always here for you
No matter what you’ve done
My princess,
My daughter,
Once again Remember—
I made you special…
…And I love you very much



God Made you beautiful, it is true. Don't ever let someone take this truth from you! I am a princess, and you can be too. If only you would let God adopt you in to his family. The best family you could ever enter. Where love is forever, and affectionate is ever evident. Best decision I ever made...I would never go back for anything.

Refuge

Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.



The word refuge has been on my heart lately. It is a beautiful word. God is our refuge. Ever so often I get a song in my heart and a song that never leads my mind. The lyrics for my song of the week are as follows:

When I walk through the valley you are the one holding my hand
When I cross through the waters I will not drown, your helping me stand

All along you have been so faithful
All along you have been my...

Refuge
You are my
Refuge
Reach out my hands to touch you again
You’re my refuge
You’re my refuge
You are my
Refuge
I’ll bless your name
Giving you thanks
You’re my refuge

It is a beautiful song from the band, deluge, lead by Jonathan Stockstill...I have listened to it over and over. God is our refuge. He is always there, holding our hand, never to let go. Walking through the valley, or through the waters, he is holding our hand, his is ever so faithful to us. He is our refuge!

Simple Faith

Mark 10:14
When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understandings. In all your ways acknowledge him and he shall direct your paths.


Slowing down, Rebecca took one glance behind her to find her Mother hastily trying to keep up with both Rebecca’s two-year-old brothers in tow. “Slow down, Zach!” She reprimanded as only an older sister could.
“Fine, but they better not take any longer. I want to see Jesus!”
Leaving her brother Zack, she backtracked to help her mother with the two toddlers. “Come, Ben,” She encouraged grabbing his Chubby little hand.
“Thanks Rebecca.” She heard her mother muster with little energy.
Rebecca watched as her Mamma pressed on, holding her other brother tightly to her chest. Such a shame, Silas being crippled since birth, Sadly every doctor they spoke to ended with the same conclusion. No hope.
Rebecca scanned the crowd ahead. Children and parents were scattered everywhere all with the same purpose. This teacher had built quite the reputation among the town’s people. She had even overheard her Mamma tell her father last night that it “was her deepest desire for all of her children to be touched and blessed by this man.” Apparently he did that sort of thing. Though she really wasn’t sure what he did to raise such a fuss among the adults she knew.
“There he is, Mamma, I see him!” Zachary shrieked with excitement.
Suddenly the crowd turned in to a small mob. Parents grabbed hold of their children to avoid being separated. Some parents even lifted their smaller children up over their, heads to keep them from being smothered by the crowd. She gathered her two brothers and hastily made search for her Mother who was now quite a distance away. Before Rebecca could do anything about it a commotion broke up front and center of the ever growing crowd.
“What do you think you’re doing bringing all these…little people here to bother our master? He has no time for them, he’s to busy! He has more important things to do then to take time baby-sit children! “A man reprimanded.
“But we want him to bless our children. We want them to have a chance to see him while he is in town!” One mother called.
“Yeah, if we can’t speak with the man won’t you at least let us catch a glimpse of him?” Rebecca’s mother added a little on the loud side.
Rebecca looked up surprised at her Mother’s outburst, as she was usually more conservative than that.
“I’m sorry but the master is extremely tired, you must let him rest.” Another of the men urged. Rebecca was starting to hate these people.
“Thomas…Peter…come here.”
Rebecca looked up. Another man was walking towards them as they spoke.
“Yes master,” the one called Peter answered.
She stared at the man. He was the teacher all these people had come to see? But he looked so ordinary!
“Why do you keep these children away? Don’t you know that I love it when children come to me? Don’t you know it brings me such joy to see these shining, innocent faces? Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth; anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it. Rebecca could not believe her ears. No adult had ever treated her this way. Most looked at her only as the child she was. This man thought she was special and she smiled at that thought. He truly did care. Suddenly, an idea popped in to her mind. If he cared for children like he said he did, than maybe he would listen to her request. It was worth a try. She had heard stories from other people. If those stories were completely true then…
Rebecca broke free from her brothers hoping they would keep still and not follow. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd until she was face to face with the man called Jesus.
“Jesus?” She began, her voice trembling a little. She gasped for the breath her little sprint had briefly taken away.”
“Yes child?” He answered. His eyes were full of love when he looked at her.
“I-I was wondering…” a little nervous, “Do-Do you think you could tell us what’s wrong with my brother. He’s very sick and not one Doctor can tell us why this is.”
Compassionately he took her in his arms, “How old are you, child?”
Rebecca looked at him worried by this question. Was he going to reject her because she was too young to be asking such things? “Eight” she answered timidly, so only he would be able to hear.
“So young, and yet so full of faith; Why do you think its children that my kingdom belongs to?”
“I don’t know…you like children?”
“That I do; but listen.” At this time, he turned his attention to the waiting crowd. “It does take great faith such as this child has here, to enter God’s kingdom. Faith you see in children,” Then turning his attention back to Rebecca, “Come, let us go see your brother.”
Rebecca gave a relieved smile. “Silas is this way.”
She led him through the curious crowd back to her waiting family. Rebecca watched in awe as he took Silas in to his arms, once again, his face held such compassion.
“Rebecca come, stand with me. You have such strong faith that your little brother might walk even when those around you have given up all hope. Rebecca, your brother was sick but he is no longer. Your faith has made him well today. Take his hand walk with him, run with him. He no longer is sick.”
Rebecca reached out her hand to Silas and pulled him to his feet. At first he took little steps, but it wasn’t long before he was soon chasing His twin brother Ben and six-year-old Zack. Rebecca watched as their mother, who would have normally run after the boys just stood in disbelief watching her three boys run. Tears filled her eyes as she embraced Jesus in thanksgiving before running to catch up with her boys.
Rebecca threw her arms around Jesus. It was the warmest hug she had ever felt. For once, she felt important standing there in the presence of an adult. For once, she did not feel inferior as she usually did. Taking Jesus hand in hers, she smiled and tears of thanksgiving filled her eyes too. She could never thank him enough for what he had just done. She tried to think up something profound to say but nothing fit. Finally, she found her voice.
“Thank you, Jesus.” It was so simple. Not what she meant to say at all. However, some how, maybe it was the way he smiled at her simple words, But some how she just knew…it was more then enough.

FEAR

I wrote this about two years ago and decided to bring it out of the closet...



Over the Cliff

The icy waters of the ocean spread out before my eyes, only to stop abruptly where the sharp, jagged rocks, begin. I stand there on the dock studying the water intently below me. Extended off the huge cliff is a long, bright yellow slide that awaits my descent down its slippery, yellow, plastic surface.

Taking a deep breath, I bend my knees slowly. My feet leave the dock only for a second, as I fly freely through the air, plunging in to the deep depths of the ocean. What a shock it is your first time in, breath taking almost. Once my body begins to numb, to the point where I cannot feel my legs much, I begin to swim to the ladder. The path seems longer between the dock and the cliff once you are actually in the water.

Reaching the ladder, and careful not to cut my bare feet among the many barnacles that have made there home underneath the rungs; I begin to climb, Up, up, up, step by step by step. My heart starts pounding deep in my chest. “I’m going to do this; I’m going to do this.” I repeat to my self repeatedly in my mind.

Then suddenly, after what feels like an eternity of climbing, my feet stop dead in there tracks. I look down to see what they are doing, and notice I have come to the end of my climb.

Taking a few moments to watch the person in front of me whiz down faster than the speed of light, I begin to tremble. Hitting the surface, they disappear under water. Finally, it is my turn. My moment is here, the time has come.

Slowly, I place myself carefully upon the slide holding on to the edges for dear life. Water runs freely under me as I watch it disappear in to the ocean.. Taking a deep, deep breath, I close my eyes and let go. My hands fly straight up in the air, while screams of terror and excitement fly out of my mouth. I hit the water with a gigantic splash and get a mouthful of salty, seawater, while swimming to the surface for air. “I did it!” I yell for all to hear, as I swim over to the ladder, ready to climb and descend that cliff once again.

I Surrender

Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.<blockquote>

Always
He will Always be faithful to us,
he will Always stay true,
He will always protect and guide us,
He will Always be there to talk,
That word sums of God in more ways then one...
I got this picture today in prayer and it spoke volumes to me.

I say a parent and a child standing face to face. The child had stuffed his pockets full of candies. The parent stood in front of him holding a jar, telling the child to surrender all the candies. The child starts pulling candy out of his pockets and throwing them in the jar. Once he got to the last few he pretended that was all, not fooling his Dad. His Dad looked at him and asked "Are you sure that is all" Guiltily the boy pulls out the remaining candies and reluctantly throws them in the now full jar. The Dad pulls the lid out and screws it tightly on the jar before putting it on a high shelf safe from little eager hands.
"I will keep this safe for you. You may have one at a time, when I say. Trust me that I know what I am doing. Trust me that my timing is right. If I gave these all to you now, you would surely get sick."
Of course the little boy was still not too sure what he had done, but he listened to his father anyways.

That is what I heard from God. I am in the middle of figuring out my life, having just graduated from Highschool and Bible college. God is teaching me total surrender. To give all my hopes and dreams to him as the boy gave his candies to his father. God will take care of them for me. He knows when i will need what. He told me that though I may only get one at a time, despite my cries for more, it was what was best for me cause to receive all the plans at once would just overwhelm me. He knows what is best and that his timing is best...The trick is to trust than...and to surrender it all to him...Such a hard thing to do but I really believe it will be worth it in the end.

Jesus is my inspiration...

Jesus is my inpiration. I write because of him...I write to him...
I write, have written, and will write even more...
One of my newest poems...

Forgiven and Free...Broken for Me

One hand pierced for the sting of sin
Two hands pierced so I can be changed
Three nails held him to the cross so high
Though it was out of love, he hung naked
...so I may not die
Beaten and whipped, denied and betrayed
For me and for all, that we may be saved
Our sin now left at the foot of the cross
To be forgotten and buried and left to rot
Almighty God who loves us all
You love us, you love us, you love us so...
forgiven, redeemed, overflowing of grace
Thank you, Father God...
My heart is an abundance of Praise