4.29.10
I am usable to God. I am NOT disposable. I was still amid a moment of insanity. I was still and quiet- God heard my silent cries and He gave me the words and the willingness to help my fellow man.
Sweet, sweet Jesus. What a fountain of joy I bathed in knowing that You could and would use me if only I would listen.
". . . . be still and know that I am God. . . "
Some of Mama's little reminders on my cork board. |
(This is part 3 of a series of handwritten notes left behind by my mother. Nothing has been added or taken away. - Liz)
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