He Wants it All

Why do we fight it? Why do I fight it? I beg Him to help me trust Him. I plead for Him to strip me of fear. He says, "Cast your cares . . ." "Fear not . . ." "Do not fear; just believe." So why do I fight?

I haven't any answers other than during praise and worship today at church, I could sense His hands framing my face, while at the same time acting as blinders for my eyes, and His gentle voice saying, "Look at Me. It's going to be all right."

Oh how I long to jump from this place into His arms and give Him all of those things that weigh on my heart. Please, Lord, help.



It's been a pleasure to visit with you.

Take Over

Lately there's been a battle raging. My heart and mind are at war with one another. Fear of what life will be like if I truly relinquish control bellows in one ear. Promises of blessing and abundant life whisper within. Abandonment is what I long for. Control is what I do.

There is only One who can save and only One worth the struggle.


It's been a pleasure to visit with you.