i hear His voice, and i catch my breathe.
some days are good, and some are hard. through it all my Father is saying "come to me". i find it hard to do that sometimes, i'm not sure why. but He has blessed me with people to help me get there. like the paralytic being carried to Jesus.
i hear His voice, and tears roll down my cheeks.
i'm beginning to understand this wreckless abandonment to Jesus. i am nothing. He is everything. every good thing is from the Lord. it is Jesus Christ who saves, not ally schultz.
i hear His voice, and my heart expands with joy and gladness.
i am so thankful He is perfect in every way. i need hope, i need Jesus. i am broken, i am needy. He is there. He is strong. He is grace. He is love. He is mine.
