Everywhere I looked this morning there was white. White streets, walkways, and driveways. Trees glistening under their clouds of snow and houses topped off with a dollop of the falling flakes. White, white, white, white, white. There was a theme and God spoke to me in the midst of it. "Jann, this is how I see you".
For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more Hebrews 8:12
In recent years, I have been aware of the illness that steals away many of the loved ones of my friends and family in an insidious way. Slipping into their midst at first unnoticed, it creates a new heart-rending reality for all those it touches. I have wondered how they, the affected ones come to the realization of this disease and how strong can they fight against it in the early stages. How do they try to push away this creeping horror?
As I pray "God,
Updated 03-18-2013 at 09:24 PM by RheaB
In a prison cell, he penned the words that lay highlighted in pink centuries later in the one thing I hold closest to my heart—my bible. Paul prayed for the saints that they would learn to sense what is vital and prize what is of real value.
Where is my focus Lord? Do I heal the brokenhearted the way you heal them? Do I feed the hungry the way you feed them? Do I forgive the way you forgive?
What is my perception of them? Do I see them through eyes of grace
Years ago when I was in middle school I longed for love. Not the average everyday middle school crushes but love. I was searching for it, desperately seeking for what seemed to missing. This search resulted in a variety of troubled situations that I found myself in.The song lyrics are flooding my brain, "Looking for love in all the wrong places".
As I searched for this evasive love in relationships, activities and drinking I found
It all started with a “not-so-tiny baby” introducing himself to the world at a hefty 10 pounds, 10 ounces. Born with autism, and other developmental delays, this family has witnessed the joys as well as disappointments that such a diagnosis can bring. I can almost take you through a panoramic view of years that began from age one through the twelfth year we celebrate now. Each year of birthday parties and Christmas gifts taking on a different form— a different miracle.