You are who you are for a reason.
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You’re just what he wanted to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.
No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you’d grow.
You are who you are for a reason,
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!
-Russell Kelfer-
Blessings,
Chop wood, carry water
Funny thing is...most days I feel like I've been handed a bag of rocks to carry around on my shoulders' and the load never seems to lighten yet continuously getting heavier to bare. How much more can one individual endure? I know that there are those so much worse off than myself, yet I can't see past any of that. My focus is on me, my children. I only wish that I could go one solitaire day without feeling utterly overwhelmed, without a single thought that causes me to panic with absolute FEAR of the future, without the anxiety that follows all of this. REALLY? How much more?
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You’re just what he wanted to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.
No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you’d grow.
You are who you are for a reason,
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!
-Russell Kelfer-
Blessings,
Chop wood, carry water
Funny thing is...most days I feel like I've been handed a bag of rocks to carry around on my shoulders' and the load never seems to lighten yet continuously getting heavier to bare. How much more can one individual endure? I know that there are those so much worse off than myself, yet I can't see past any of that. My focus is on me, my children. I only wish that I could go one solitaire day without feeling utterly overwhelmed, without a single thought that causes me to panic with absolute FEAR of the future, without the anxiety that follows all of this. REALLY? How much more?
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