You are never the same again after you're hurt; You either crumble, or you become stronger. You either build walls, or you build bridges; It either draws out the best in you, or the worst, It can uncover the real you, or create masks. It can make you or unmake you. It can isolate you from people or bring you closer to them. It can spur rebellion from God or dependence on Him.
I may not see God with my physical eyes, But I have seen him at work in me . . . and in our lives. Let me describe the taste of God's spiritual food, His word restores my soul, is sweeter than honey, and it boosts my mood.
I read that early African believers were earnest and regular in their private devotions. Each one reportedly had a separate spot in the thicket where he would pour out his heart to God.
I will trust you Lord; Not me. I will wait on you, I’ll wait and see.
Forgive the sins of my ancestors and I, Forgive us Lord. Cleanse us of our iniquities, With your blood.
The only reason why I can embrace you, Is because you are created . . . By God.