I have a story, we all have a story. Some are written, some are told.
Some are ages old.
Stories of lives entangled in grief, stories that speak of faithful belief.
Don’t give it up, don’t give in, cancel your plans, change your mind.
You are beautiful, you are loved. You are not forgotten. You are thought of.
If you raise your hands to heaven while down on your knees, it’s the beginning of tears of surrender. When you turn things over to the one in heaven, you gain peace, a rightness in your soul.
So many find this odd, ridiculous, hocus pocus, meaningless.
It appears that way. In some sense, they’re right. But, His Spirit is in you when you say yes to Him, It’s only then you know that in all this foolishness is a man.
A man who’s know sorrow, pain, but He’s a King. He overcame death. By the Power of God, because, He’s God. He’s God’s son. Don’t delay. Come to Him. Answer His call.
1 Corinthians 1:18
18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing,but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.