Where are you?
Where are you when my heart is in shreds? When I see corruption? When I feel their hatred? When I see the broken? When I see their poverty? When I see those empty sunken in eyes of the child that will never know love because no one took the time to care? Where are you when it hurts? When life leaves the bitter taste of remorse in my mouth? Where are you? You are there. You are carrying me when I’m to beaten down to continue. You are covering my ears from their taunting, providing enough for me to share with the broken, hugging me close to your chest, leading me to that poor child in hopes that one more soul should be saved. You are always there, providing me the strength to stand.
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through him who strengthens me.
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Perspective
Before I felt the love of Christ I could stare at myself in the mirror for hours and point out my faults detail by detail. I didn’t know love and I didn’t know beauty. Now when I stare into my eyes I see life. I see a doorway to hope. When I see my nose and the ridges and contours of my face I see the brush stroke of God. I am an art work. A beautiful piece worth more than what money could buy. I am beautiful. I am pure. I am a woman of God, made in the very image of glory. If only we weren’t blind to the beauty bestowed upon us.
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