Sunday, January 22, 2012
Difference
Maybe there was movement. Maybe God did hear her prayers. And maybe, just maybe, He was using her to make a difference.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Smooth the Landing
Life can pick you up, spin you so violently in circles until you lose your directional bearing, and refuse to let you go.
You are nauseous, sick with fear and worry and it eats away at your insides. All you can do is utter two words:
Jesus. Healing.
There is absolutely nothing more that you can possibly try to do. You know there is nothing you are able to do on your own. And then, with every broken fiber of your soul, you turn it all over to God. To His hands.
Because you know He is the only One who can smooth this bumpy landing.
Oh Jesus, help.
You are nauseous, sick with fear and worry and it eats away at your insides. All you can do is utter two words:
Jesus. Healing.
There is absolutely nothing more that you can possibly try to do. You know there is nothing you are able to do on your own. And then, with every broken fiber of your soul, you turn it all over to God. To His hands.
Because you know He is the only One who can smooth this bumpy landing.
Oh Jesus, help.
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