The travel packĀ 

The backpack she carried seem to weigh her down. She also had a shoulder bag which caused her to lean. Sometimes in life our problems weigh us down and cause us to lean. However, we have an anchor for our souls; a way maker, a problem solver. Jesus has the answer and solution. Give him your backpack and shoulder bag to carry. He specializes in making heavy burdens light. 

He died for all

Silently he died
Without a mumble or a sigh
He made it right for all mankind
To believe by faith and not by sight
He is redeeming love
Hope from above
He came to conquer all our pain and struggles
We will one day meet the way, the truth, and the life face to face
Then we will be able to say we have won the race

Love Deleted

Where has all the love and beauty gone
Darkness and violence has taken over by storm
People are concerned and confused
Don’t know what to do after you hear the latest news
Wake up America, get back to God;
God is the one we need to succeed
God is the one who can free the nation in every situation we face, with his love and grace

#Inspirational

We think we found the truth in 100 proof shots
That needle doesn’t hurt a lot
It just makes me high
Enough to forget me and see life differently
We throw away the needle and forget
Why did I do it in the first place
Was it to remove myself from the human race
No! I will live and not die
I will not give up like that!
Yes! I will live another day
to proclaim the works of the lord
He will show me the way because he is the way of escape

Mother where were you?

I had no mother to raise me, to guide me, to lead me in the way to go. It was grandma who took that role. She was the one who taught me what she knew, told me what to do. She laid down her philosophy of no defeat.
We win bitter or sweet .
Grandma showed love unconditionally. Her love was guaranteed traditionally
She wiped away all scars and bruises. No matter what weapon they were choosing. Grandma’s kiss was never unexpected.
She would give advice as only she could. She would share from experience beginning to end what she had done.
Grandma made it fun to listen to her story. All while giving God the glory, for bringing us through it all. Big or small. Picking us up when we fall. That was grandma’s way that day. I think of her as I read the stories of God’s amazing grace and his glory.