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what have I in this life. But the love in your eyes... this empty world will one day fade.  Only your truth will remain...
....and as the heavens hold the skies.
                      it's your hands that hold my life...

Jesus ALL I have is you.   YOURE the hope I am holding to.



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my life has been shattered.  You have rebuild it.  I have experianced brokeness.  You have made me whole.
I invited you into my life and you took your rightful place on the throne of my heart.  Oh my precious Lord.  You are my hearts desire.

You are beautiful, my precious saviour.  You are holy my God.  You are worthy, O sweet Jesus.   All my life I will sing praises to your name and your name alone.  Be glorified in me.

I want you to use my life.  I want you to mold me.  I give myself entirely over to you.  For your glory.   I will make a difference... and it all starts now.

(the is me.)


 

 


"The Master Artist" by Frances J. Roberts from the devotional "Come Away My Beloved"
"Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was good." Genesis 1:31
"Set your gaze toward heaven. Your eyes will behold My glory. I have brought you through a testing time. and my heart rejoices over you. You see but part of the picture, but I see the design in completion. You cannot know what is in My mind and what I am creating with the materials of your life.
Only yield yourself into My hands. You need not make you own plans. for I am in control. and you would bring disaster by interference, just as the untrained use of the brush by a helpful child would ruin the canvas of the master artist. So rest your soul, knowing that I have been at work in ways you have least suspected; for the picture in your thinking and the work I was engaged in were entirely different. I make no idle strokes. What I do is never haphazard. I am never merely mixing colors out of casual curiosity. My every move is one of vital creativity, and every stroke is part of the whole. Never be dismayed by apparent incongruity. Never be alarmed by a sudden dash of color seeminly out of conext. Say only to your questioning heart, "It is the Infinate weilding His brush, I know He does all things well." And in all that I do with a free hand, without interference, I can stand back and view the work and say "It is good."


site outline:

.she.smiles.shy. - Intro to my website.

.strong.and.silent. - Who I am.

.i.love.you. - A page dedicated to Christopher Elliott.

.secret.dreams. - My poetry and writings.

.awaken.my.soul. - My passions/interests

.sweet.lullaby.of.rain. - Rants and rambles.

.sounds.of.silence. - Random facts about me.

.dare.to.dream. - Artsy pictures.

.ladies.and.gentlemen. - A page dedicated to my lovily friends.

.flying.without.wings. - Photographs of myself.

.something.awful. - Random webcam shots.

.my.african.escape. - Tour of my room.

.love.letters. - Guestbook.  Leave me love notes!

 


 

 

memories fade. write down what you feel and send it to me, so I can keep it alive and bright.