Posted by: iamjoy on: October 11, 2009
Tragedies can bring out either one of two things in a person. The best. Or the worst. Dear Lord, You’re the King over the flood. Help us to be still and know that You’re God. Amen.
Posted by: iamjoy on: October 10, 2009
When I sing out to You, my spirit soars. And everything just falls away. I cease to be the medical student trying to keep her grades afloat. I cease to be the lonely girl with the facade of invulnerability. I am simply me. Imperfect. Beautiful. Loved.
Posted by: iamjoy on: October 10, 2009
Dear Lord, I’m far from the real deal. But I’m a work in progress and everything You do turns out perfect in the end.
