sometimes there are no words that help
nothing I can say to make them feel better
my love isn’t big enough?
i want it to be. I pray that its size won’t matter when it really matters.
I watched this today and was amazed by the words of someone that could easily have been without hope.
born without arms or legs….without a chance at “normal”what is normal anyway?! Yet, he clings to Jesus Christ and finds that HOPE only He can give.
a friend wrote down a quote from this amazing servant of Christ:“…we are wonderfully and fearfully made and until you can actually understand that we are wonderfully and fearfully made from God, I want you to know that you will always be trapped and chained and you will be stopped. But when you have the incredible power of faith in action, nothing holds you back and you’re beautiful JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.”
ANOTHER MAN said it first!
aking chosen for his heart. a flawed man who ruled a nation. a might man that went down in history. a man acquainted with grief, misery, and SIN. yet he knew that God was his maker and that he was loved…always so, beloved heir of GOD, this applies to you as well:
He has searched you and knows you.He knows when you sit and when you rise;He perceives your thoughts from afar. He discerns your going out and your lying down; He is familiar with all your ways.Before a word is on your tongue the Lord knows it completely. He hems you in behind and before, and lays His hand upon you. Such knowledge is too wonderful, too lofty to attain.
Where can you go from His Spirit?
Where can you flee from His presence?
If you go up to the heavens, He is there; if you make your bed in the depths, He is there.
If you rise on the wings of the dawn, if you settle on the far side of the sea, even there His hand will guide you, His right hand will hold you fast.
If you say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to Him; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to Him.
For He created your inmost being; He knit you together in your mother’s womb. Praise Him because YOU ARE fearfully and wonderfully made; His works are wonderful, you know that full well.
Your frame was not hidden from Him when you were made in the secret place, when you were woven together in the depths of the earth.
His eyes saw your unformed body; all the days ordained for you were written in His book before one of them came to be.
How precious are Your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
Were we to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sandwhen we awake, we are still with you.
(Ps 139:1-18 personalization emphasis mine)