They tell me I should not...

God tells me I should...

Yet my own heart...

Still feels hurt...

Still feels pain...

And understands nothing.

Some say I should...

God agrees...

Yet my flesh...

Still fights...

Still struggles...

Why should the wrong doer go free?

Admission of lies, betrayal, and mistrust obsolete...

Never say never...

The still small voice speaks...

Break the chains and grant freedom...

So you and the theif may be set free...

Free to love and shine like stars for Jesus again!

Thankful

I'm overwhelmed to gigantic proportions by the love my Savior has for me...a wretched soul so undeserving of such wonderful love, grace, and mercy! Oh how I love Jesus for giving his life for me that I might have a hope of everlasting life! His glory eclipses any trial this life offers as I see beyond my circumstance and view the cross upon which He won the final victory forever more!

Victory Again

I keep try'in to be perfect,

Think I'm go'in to loose my mind,

As Satan beats me down,

I hear him speak his lies,

Tell'in me I'm no good,

I'm useless,

I'll never be...

Who are you I ask,

To speak to me so unkind,

Do you not know who I am,

I am a child of the Most High!

I'm good...

because He said I'm good!

I'm useful...

because He gifted me to be so!

I'll be...

Because He created me!

For He is my Sustainer,

Lifter of my head,

My Healer,

My Strong Arm,

He is on my side!

For if Jesus is for me...

Who can be against me!

At the name of Jesus,

I heard his voice no more,

and peace arose,

like the sun at dawn,

on Easter morn,

and victory prevailed once more!

The Thunder...My Daughter and Autism

Visit me today at http://www.titus2atthewell.com/ and read my guest post about my little girl Ruthie and our ongoing fight over the challenges of Autism.

Rest O My Soul

I sit at my kitchen table with my hands clasped around my warm mug full of fresh brewed blueberry coffee. The steam billows beneath my nose as I gaze out the bay windows of my kitchen to the gorgeous trees whose leaves have changed to golden hues. My Bible lays open in front of me to Psalm 116:7…

“Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.”

Thank you Lord for,

the peace you bring,

the love you give,

the mercy you bestow.

Through the good,

through the bad,

life lessons learned,

as you guided,

this sometimes wayward soul.

You fill my cup,

with an everlasting joy,

of heavenly proportions.

No matter what circumstance

I may face,

on any given day,

I know I am loved,

by my Abba!

Amen.