In Your hands You hold A thousand broken pieces Pieces of me All the pieces of my life Individually, they don’t make sense They don’t fit together But held in Your presence Over time Beauty is revealed As You take each broken piece And begin to fashion something new A picture begins to emerge What … More The Mosaic of My Life
My grace is sufficient for you … –2 Corinthians 12:9 I love you, beloved. I love the unique you—the one-of-a-kind you that I created you to be. You were made for love—and as you become more and more secure in My love, you will begin to see the unique and personal ways I work in YOUR … More From His Heart to Yours: October 4, 2014
So, apparently Paul had this “thorn in the flesh” … We don’t know what it was. Some people have tried to speculate, but Scripture doesn’t say. I figure if the Holy Spirit wanted us to know, he would have recorded it. He didn’t. That in itself says something to me. Although I’m sure the specifics were really … More Thoughts on Thorns
Today is Father’s Day. For many years, this was a difficult day for me. I lost my dad when I was just nine so most of the time Father’s Day was incredibly painful. When I was thirteen my mom remarried and let’s just say my step-father did nothing to take away the sting of being … More At My Father’s Feet
The darkness was closing in around me. The wilderness had been bleak and threatening before, but not like this. Never like this. I couldn’t see a thing. Each step brought new danger. Each moment seemed more and more ominous. Even the air was heavy–I could scarcely breathe … Hard pressed on every side, but not crushed. Confusion reigned. … More The Gift (v.2.0)
I wrote this poem several years ago in response to a writing challenge using the word “escape” as a prompt. I hadn’t thought of it in years, but while praying this morning had a little nudge to dig it out and share it. Hoping it ministers to someone. No life or situation is beyond his … More The Journey
It was like a scene out of a fairytale. Finally, my prince had come. But this was no ordinary prince, this was the Prince of Peace. Hand-in-hand we walked through a beautiful, lush garden, up to a magnificent arched entry. Before we reached the ornate double doors, they opened before us. With my trembling hand still … More His Reward
Cindy Powell 