The dead are raised to life. The blind are made to see. The lame
are made to walk. The lost are yet found. I AM is still working miracles!
are made to walk. The lost are yet found. I AM is still working miracles!
Father, I marvel at your awesome miracle of salvation – the gift of grace, lest any should boast. From my mother’s womb there is holy blood-washed fruit. Dear Lord, I thank you for my sister.
For My Sister
When I look at you
I know there is a God:
A God who was always there
Whose unseen hand
Tempered every blow
A God of eternal vision
Who looked on one so marred
And saw a priceless treasure
A God of eternal purpose
Who took what the world rejected
And declared, a vessel of honor
A God of infinite love
Who gave His only Son
To call you, “Precious Daughter”
A God of sovereign power
Who silenced the accuser
And had the final say!
“But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.” Jeremiah 18:4
My Thoughts
My sister’s journey is one of triumph over adversity. The enemy’s plan to steal, kill, and destroy was no match for the will of God. I celebrate her life, and praise our Lord for His saving grace.
For further study
Luke 4:18
1 Peter 2:9-10
Acts 13:48
Psalm 34:18-19
Habakkuk 3:18
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