in His grip

I begin truly living when God is the one writing my story. Sounds like the opposite of what logically makes sense, but its so true. When God writes our story, His love comes shining through. Our part is to make sure we are in His hands, He does all the rest. Again, sounds too easy,Continue reading “in His grip”

Sunday Psalm: Love Letter to my Abba

Abba, Father God, I am humbled at the thought of Your great love for me. My every tear is collected by You, my every thought known to You. If it matters to me, You remind me over & over that it matters to You, because I do. Every hair on my head, (even those IContinue reading “Sunday Psalm: Love Letter to my Abba”