The chorus of the song goes like this:
There are so many lost that need to be found
So many lives that need turned around
They need a Savior, They need a King
Cause they may not look tired,
they may not look worn
But Really their hearts are all tattered and torn
They need a Savior They need a King,
The first time I heard him sing it, as he was writing it, sitting in my bedroom, his voice coming through the walls of the room next door with the piano...and I thought...Yes, that is me...I need a Savior, tattered and torn, I need my life turned around.
And God is doing that. He who has begun a good work in me, and in my children, and in our family, is doing that...He is carrying it on.....until it will be complete (Phil 1:6)
Today, I listened to Ann talk about Chapter 5 of One Thousand Gifts and the hard eucharisteo....
I do not have much to say on it...yet...I am pondering it....mulling it over....But I highly suggest reading here: her post about grace...and here...her video on chapter 5. (Hoping someone reads my big fear and can show me God's answer that I cannot see.)
Still counting blessings...as I am pondering hard eucharisteo and the questions/fears in my heart.
snoring puppy on the bed
the quiet, peace of a morning home alone
God never stopping loving me, even when I don't understand
the thoughts of each of my four...in His hands
a peppermint mocha
sister's in Christ, loving God dearly, in hard eucharisteo
knowing this is the rim of what's real, and the real deal is yet to come
heat blowing curtains.