I chose you to be my adopted son, Yes its true, all the work has been done. Your name written in heaven's book,  Let me show you, let's have a look.   Really, there is no room for doubting it, No longer an outcast or a misfit, Given a name marked out as royalty, A reward, my child, for all your loyalty.   Yes, bought out of slavery, redeemed, Something that you never would have dreamed. And now with Holy Spirit in you sealed, Prostrate on your face, have you kneeled.   And no

Photo by John Price  on Unsplash I don’t actually stand at the front anymore. I stand at the very back of the room. Maybe I’m avoiding being seen. The jury’s still out on that. But week after week, I slip to the back, lean in, and watch—housed and unhoused, churched and unchurched, all turned toward a band I used to stand in front of. Now I’m behind everyone, quietly asking a question I never thought I’d have to ask: Have I spent years worshiping… or performing? I carry this

God is here with you Every hour he is near God knows all about you There's nothing to fear God knows your needs He sees through the storms When we face life's trials He fights all of our battles God will never leave you He has time for everyone No appointments necessary He's available for us always God is where our help comes from When life seems to overwhelm us He is able when humanly we aren't God is right there in our midsts. ©️ Sarah Joy Holden

Love is already here. In fact, she has always been here, since the very beginning.  She does not announce her presence loudly, but your heart can already sense her.  She speaks softly but with a voice that is sure and strong. She moves slowly and gently around the room in a beautiful and graceful dance.  She is not in a rush. To begin with, you may not see anything other than the faintest flicker of light, or feel a peace and softness in the air. But know that she is there. 

Today is the next day of your life You have a choice It can be good. It can be interesting It can be wonderful Or you can cope with it or not Just because it isn’t what you wanted Doesn’t mean it’s not for you. A beautiful garden begins in the dirt. The destruction of what was previously there. The stones are removed, The grass pulled out The weeds killed and removed. This leaves a bare patch of ground. Then the planner comes in. He hears what the client wants. He goes away,