They did a mini-concert standing on their beds after church. All the windows were flung open. In between 'sets', they were precariously balanced on tippy toes, looking out the window.This post is from the Lord, for the Lord. He wants me to write this stuff down. To blog about it. About some things HE has been teaching ME. Through a special little three-year-old daughter of mine.
And my FAVORITE.
'He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.' Isaiah 40:11
I am forgiven. By the Lord. I am forgiven.
And God himself, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords is gently leading me. To his word. To the TRUTH of his word that cuts me.
'For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double‑edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.' Hebrews 4:12
God wanted me to share this story tonight.
So. There. It. Is.