His glory whispers through the ages … I listened as he moved the heart of Cyrus.
(He moved mine too.)
Beginning and End, enduring, lasting ever, standing … even at the shore of the beach, calling, “Friends.”
(He calls me friend too.)
Sun of Righteousness–a son, with healing in his wings to set us free, to leap with joy.
(I am free!)
A beginning in January, an ending in December. These words a journey through his power, his grace. In his pages, the story of love and redemption. My story, forever touched. And there are others.
There are so many other things Jesus did. If they were all written down, each of them, one by one, I can’t imagine a world big enough to hold such a library of books. John 21:25 (the Message)
My life, for his glory. He bids me, “Follow.”
And I call, “Come.”