If I am not in the active process of worrying I feel like something is missing. I start looking around as if searching for misplaced keys “Where did it go? I was worrying about something what was it again?” When did this happen? Sometimes I feel like I was born with it, this inscessant need …
The trust. The freedom. The sheer exhilaration by being lifted up by our father and what a joy it is for our father to be able to lift us up. Sometimes He picks us up towards the sky, saves us from the crashing waves, and carefully brings us down into his loving arms. Other times we have fallen. …
Sometimes I cannot help but acknowledge how good God is that sometimes, just when I need it the most, He plops something on my lap. A small reminder just to tell me he loves me. Today a new song came into my life, Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin. It is about me. It is about …