You are the potter…I am the clay.
Your strong, capable…ever gentle hands
surround my very being.
They smooth; they rub.
They shape me into who You want me to be.
Sometimes it hurts.
I long to ease the pain.
But I look up through my tears…
and I praise You, my Creator,
for Your hands are ever on me.
I’m not alone.
And there’s no place I’d rather be.
By Jessica Yoder
Stained Glass Window
Jesus, you take the broken and the hurt and you make it beautiful. You can the broken pieces of our lives and make it more beautiful than a stained glass window, more beautiful than a rose. You can take away the hurt and the shame. You make all things new.
By John Allan
How Come?
God, how come you know everything?
By John Allan
More Than Words Can Say
“I can’t imagine life without God,” I told my brother. “He just…means so much. How can you find words to say how much?”
“You can’t,” he said. “He is just…life.”
By John Allan
God Is Worthy
Through His love for us and through the cross, God has proven His trustworthiness. He is worth giving everything for.
By John Allan
Rock
God is the rock. In Him we are secure. He is an unmoving foundation for our lives.
Who else is like God?
By John Allan
Weekly Worship Quote
“Come every day to the presence of God and worship. Here you find healing. Here you find wholeness. Here you belong. Learn to rejoice the goodness of God.”
-John Allan
All the Difference
When I was six years old, I was scared to go to bed at night. My room seemed too big and dark; even the night light cast eerie shadows over the walls. I didn’t want to be alone. My little brother was scared, too. We both wanted Daddy to stay with us. How could this new widower attend to the pleas of both of his children?
It was one of our little plastic chairs, but it worked. Daddy set it in the middle of the hallway between our rooms…and sat. And he waited for sleep to still the fears of his children.
I couldn’t see Daddy from my bed. But I knew he was there. And that made all the difference.
I’ve come to love the parallels of this simple experience. Just like Daddy, my heavenly Father loves me, too. He knows my fears and worries…and He cares, even though the shadows don’t scare Him. His ears are attuned to my cries. Sometimes I can’t see my heavenly Father, but I know He’s there…and that makes all the difference.
Jessica Yoder
True Friend
God is a true friend and a true father. He answers my prayers. I can fall asleep at night knowing He is there for me.
By John Allan
Pick Some Flowers
It seemed like the lowest moment in my life. Though God had already done amazing things in me, I was wondering what hard thing he was going to ask me to do next, and sure I could not do it. I was feeling awful, and I wondered how on earth to fix myself. I asked God what to do, and expected some difficult, humiliating task. He told me, “Pick some flowers.” They were just within reach. That was not what I was expecting. I did. For the next several days, every time I looked at those flowers, joy and the thought “God loves me” filled my heart. God never did ask me to fix myself, but walked with me to freedom.
By Rose Mary