Remembering...

It’s the day before the day.

Good Friday

The day we remember,

The day we stand in awe of the fact

That Jesus Christ,

God’s only son,

Gave his life for us…

How to we even begin to say thanks

For the sacrifice that He made for us?

The truth is

words will never be adequate enough

To tell of our appreciation.

But, every time we choose Him,

We let Him know

That His sacrifice was not in vain.

Thank you Lord!

Trusting Him,
 ~Bernadine~

What's Your Backstory?

Whenever I read a book, watch a movie or even watch the news I’m always interested in the back story to what I’m reading or viewing. Sometimes if I know the back story it makes everything so much more interesting. So as I read through the first chapter of Jeremiah I began to wonder, was there a back story to this message that God gave Jeremiah?


I came to the conclusion that Jeremiah had come to the point in his life where he had begin to question his very existence. He had probably had a few one sided conversations with God along the lines many of us are familiar with. It probably went something like this.

"Lord it seems like everyone out there has a purpose in life except me, my friends all seem to have it all together. They know what they want to do with their lives and I haven’t a clue. Lord what is my purpose? What is the reason for which I am here? Lord, what is my destiny?"

Jeremiah probably wanted to hear something that would motivate and inspire him. He probably wanted to hear something exciting like...

I'm over at Laced With Grace today. I'd love for you to stop by and read the rest of my post What's Your Backstory?

Trusting Him,
~Bernadine~

A Letter of Thanks

Dear God,

 

I thank you that when I’m in despair

You are always near

You hold me close to you and dry my tears

You remind me that some days will be like this

You don’t tell me that I should not cry,

Because you understand the reasons why


My tears flow only to cleanse my soul,
To wash away bitterness and leave it aglow


My tears don’t tell you that I trust you not,
They tell you I trust you to dry them up.


Through my tears I talk to you still
I tell you my heart and why I feel so hurt

And when I’m finished talking to you

My tears are gone like yesterday’s news.

Because you don’t scold me, but you listen to me

Then you dry my tears and hug me to you.

You place your joy within my heart, a dance in my steps,

A smile on my face and a song on my lips

And lord for this I thank you.

Trusting Him,

~Bernadine~

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