I like to think that my life is a bit like a piece of stained glass.

I was once a smooth piece of pretty, colored glass.

Then I got broken into many, many pieces.

I thought I was worthless, garbage, because I was broken.

But Someone came along; a Great Artist.

He picked up my broken pieces and started arranging them.

He saw something in them that I couldn’t see.

Now I am a beautiful piece of artwork made by the Master.

Each broken piece is a story, a piece of my Journey,

put into place by the artist to make the final work

absolutely breathtaking.

Find His Mercy

Did You Have A Bad Day? Find Mercy!

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I blew it today. Oh man did I blow it. I had to stop at Wal-Mart…
Tired Faith

Does Your Faith Get Tired?

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Does your faith ever get tired? My faith is tired today. We…