BABY GIRL

BABY GIRL

Baby girl do you know who you are? You are beautiful and bright as a shining star. You have been set apart to do His task; Following His lead, no questions asked. He knows every detail of your life and all  you do; You are the “apple of His eye”; He’s in love with you. You are covered by His grace, held in His hand, Swaddled in His love, and a part of His perfect plan. He’s your “Knight in Shining Armor”, a “Savior on a Hill”; Walk with Him daily, and your heart He will fill. No trouble He can’t see, no hurt to big or small; He has gone before you, and He has experienced all. He created you in my womb, a priceless gift from Him to me; He created you in His image to live for His Glory. Grab hold to Him daily, with all of your might; For He will love you, guide you, and hold you tight. He will meet your every need, quench your desperate thirst; He is the “God of More than Enough”, always put Him first. As the sun goes down in the evening and you may miss me in your heart; Remember that this is only a “blink” in time that we will be apart. As the sun rises every morning, and there is a new day for you to embrace; Enjoy it to the fullest; it is a gift of His marvelous grace. It is for Him that you live, that you love, that you exist; Enjoy the journey baby girl – you were created for this! I...
Whole Healing

Whole Healing

“The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed.” Isaiah 53:6-9 The nickname “Mrs. Piggy” was hurled at me in middle school and attached itself to my identity. Regardless what I did to break free, some un-thoughtful bully would remind me and laugh. During the next several years the venomous words got worse, and pierced my heart. When I entered high school I was 5’7” and weighed 105 pounds, yet in the mirror I saw an ugly fat 15 year old who no one delighted in. I covered my pain with clothes. If I could not be beautiful and skinny with my body, then I would wear beautiful clothes. Soon kids noticed and gave their approval which deemed my “clothes addiction” worthy. Shopping became my way to self-medicate. The beautiful clothes brought temporary joy while my wounds festered and my heart longed for more. The next 25 years brought...