After my son died, I couldn’t grieve; I was paralyzed with shock. I couldn’t accept that my precious son was gone. The Holy Spoke to me through this poem. It was like He was saying, “Jesus Wept too.” Grief is not our enemy. Grief helps us heal, Grace helps us grow.
Tag: Grace
Beloved, Awaken Me to Your Righteousness
“Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its pleasant fruits.” Song of Solomon 4:16 Awake to Righteousness “Do not be deceived: “Evil company corrupts good habits.” Awake to righteousness, and do not sin, for some…
My First Year
My First Year Today should be a celebration not only a celebration of motherhood but also a celebration of freedom for me. One year ago today, I made the decision that changed my life. When faced with the reality of choosing between life and death, I chose life, I chose me, and I walked away…
Works or Worship?
As I sat staring at the sky with a troubled heart, the Lord spoke to me, saying, “Why are you so perplexed? Some work for Me, and there are those who worship Me; you choose what you want to do.” Without much thought to His statement, I knew instantly how fired up I could get…