Like the blind man to whom you gave sight, I cling to you, Dear God. But even I know that were you to 'cure' my blindness in one fell swoop, it may be more than my spirit could endure.
And so today I thank You for allowing me insights, little by slow, so they can take root in my heart and grow good fruits.
You are an amazing God! How Great Thou Art!
What a great day, God. You gave me a new friend.
It's like finding out there is still some apple pie left. No wait! It's like knowing you have minutes left on your phone. Naw, it's like discovering all your outgoing letters have the postage already paid.
I'm so bad at this, huh? OK... it's like all that times the square root of the speed of light to the 10th power... plus!
I guess I'm excited. How great thou art!
Hello God...
After the sermon yesterday, I felt a little bewildered. I do that a lot around you anyway. Your ways are not my ways... and I thank you for that.
I got to thinking about my life and how it feels sometimes. I have to be careful in that respect because although it may 'feel' a certain way, it may not actually be a fact. For instance, I may 'feel' depressed, but it doesn't necessarily means I have to 'be' depressed. A fine line, I know. But it is the fine lines that define success or failure for me.
So I thought, "If I could sum up my life as to how it feels most days, what would that be?"
It varies, yes, but there is a common theme throughout it all for me. My life feels like a dance. It is a performance which I was graced from you, animated through you and done for you.
As long as I allow you to be in control it is a most perfect ballet accompanied by wonderful soothing music. And when I digress, I feel as though I am hot-footing it across a griddle in the fire and the music is swallowed up by my screams.
I thank you for the days I dance... perfectly in your will, surrounded by perfect melody. You are an Awesome God. How Great Thou Art.
That was a wild storm last night. The rain hurled itself at the windows. The lightning streaked across the sky. And then the power went out.
I felt like there is was place to go up here on the sixth floor. And, of course, my thoughts turned to what would happen if I had to leave. Those stairs are murder in the light. How would they be in the pitch dark?
The worry was momentary. I immediately turned to you and your protection. I readied myself for bed and talked with you for a while.
And now it's morning, a little foggy out there, but no damage that I can see. How great thou art! That was quite a light show! Thank you for protecting me and letting me sleep like a baby. And now I am off to greet the day. I am sure I will see you throughout it all.
Yes, HE'S ALIVE! It was written before the beginning of time. He knew his fate and accepted it in obedience. What could we ever possibly face that would compare to His suffering? For over six hours He endured unthinkable agony - for you, for me. The love He had is more than I can interpret. And then after this miserable torture, He died - the same kind of death you and I will experience. His body and Spirit separated and then He did what was prophesied throughout the ages... He descended into hell and overcame the grave and hell. On the third day He rose and now sitteth at the right hand of the Father... His Father, Our Father. He walked out of hell, resurrected and restored. He lives as fulfillment of the promise that we, too, may find eternal life. Do you know Him? HE IS ALIVE! 
