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In God’s hands, spit and mud become sight. Dust and rib become humanity. Darkness and void become world. Fishermen become followers. Virgin becomes mother. Water becomes wine. Empty nets become overflowing. Death is somehow miraculously refashioned into life.
What if God were taking all of my life– the glorious and the gutless, the griefs and gains– and piecing each bit together like a collage so that when finished, something extraordinary would emerge?
~ Leeana Tankersley, Found Art.
God’s mercies are new everyday
there is nothing we can do that will ever prevent Him from giving second, third, fourth, and immeasurable amounts of second chances.
My heart is joyful for the love of Christ that fills it and my heart breaks for the pain I have caused Him and others in my sinful nature.
Be at rest once more, O, my soul for the Lord has been good to you. ~Psalm 116
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