The God Who Comforts Like a Mother

As one whom his mother comforts, so will I comfort you. How is it possible that our heavenly father can comfort as a mother? This question will be answered in – The God who comforts like a mother

Don’t Waste the Waiting

Don’t Waste the Waiting, is an article that helps singles understand the waiting period. How to see beyond the wait, how to help your future spouse in discovering purpose, even while waiting, developing characters worthy of a virtuous wife and more

SPIRITUALITY AND PHYSICAL RELEVANCE

Then the king instructed Ashpenaz, the master of his eunuchs, to bring some of the king’s descendants and some of the nobles. Young men I whom there is no blemish, but good looking, gifted in all wisdom, possessing knowledge and quick to understand, who had the ability to serve in the king’s palace and whom they might teach the language

The Creator and His Creation

You looked down Saw the earth in total darkness You brought forth light with your words You created man; you communed with him A relationship As one with a father and son But being human, Our lust carried us away Yet it hurt you to see us so apart Without remembering the pain we caused

Psalms 139

If I should run How fast? How far? If I should fly How high? If I should hide How deep? For He searches my every being He unfolds my thoughts to me

Molded and Crafted

Molded and crafted He formed me Not that I knew who I would become Yet He chose to create me Poured His love on me Gave me His peace And called me His own

God is Love

Love was and is everything I ever wanted And He gave me More than my request Jesus

Prodigal

As a wanderer, I left For a life unknown To seek out the treasures of the earth Like a wanderer, I sought For a pasture in all its form, Green All I saw, was a world seeking eternal wisdom A knowledge that could not be attained Except it was bestowed I realized my actions I

My Lord; My King

He’s my king and master My Lord His love, incomparable For he loved me, yet unformed Called me by my name While yet in my mother’s womb And whispered into my tiny ears You are the apple of my eyes.

Before Creation

Before I was He knew me Before I became He knew my name Before my first steps He knew how many times I would fall Before my first word He knew and waited patiently I grew and I am still growing Yet he still knows it’s me.