When do you really know that everything will be alright? Is it what you tell yourself over and over or what you simply know?
Another beautiful poem from Angella about the wonder of God, His creation and our value as humans.
God is my safest place. His surrounding presence has been my protection and comfort even in the most impossible situations.
As I think about the meaning of Christmas, I am reminded that Jesus is the reason for the season. The Christ, Emmanuel, Jesus, my King!
A poem I wrote during worship time about what the salvation of Jesus means to me.
A poem about my heart being repossessed by God although it always belonged to Him.