Maturing in Christ...

I went to my parents' house yesterday, and mom had set aside all my journals for me to take back with me. I started writing frequently when I was 11 years old, and I have, on average, one per year since the time I was 12 years old. I was reading some of them last night, and I am astounded at how much I have changed, and how obvious this change is. God is doing a work in me, and it's hard, but I'm learning more about his love for me everyday.

God wants me.



Not what I do, where I work, and nothing I can do will earn his love. He loves me.



That, my friends, is profound.


1 comment:

Missy said...

It's the most incredible thing in the world isn't it?!