A Love Letter from Heaven

Dear Child,

I want to write to you today to reaffirm my love for you.  If you ever doubt my love...stand on the shores of the ocean. View the waves, imagine the depths. My love for you is deeper. Now gaze at the sky. My unfailing love and mercy extend farther than you can see, into the vastness of the galaxies.  I know it's difficult to fathom such love.  Human love is often depleted and leaves you longing for more.  You try to fill the pockets of your soul with man's affirmation and acceptance. All you really need is to be filled with my love.  My love is unending and eternal.  I gave my life for you my friend. I knew it wasn't enough to say I love you through my creation.  A thousand sunsets and stars could never make the statement that was made on the cross. I not only loved you, I wanted to spend forever with you.  I died, to prove my love for you and resurrected so that you could spend forever with me. "Greater love has no man than this, that a man would lay down his life for His friends." So my friend, today if you're feeling empty or unloved...remember I Love You!  

Forever & always,

Your Savior, Jesus

strength for the journey

A Strong Woman

knows she has strength 

enough for the journey, 

but a woman of strength, 

knows it is in the journey 

where she will become strong.

---C.S. Lewis (shared by Jo Alice Walker)

No Worries!

Matthew 6:25-3425 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink;

 nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

In today's language...No Worries! God is in control.                                                                                                                 --J.Jones

Trusting the Story Weaver

The Story Weaver

Story Weaver

My life's threads, a jumbled tangled mess of colors, needing your touch.

I hand you my soul's fibers,

Let your healing hand mend the frayed edges, please make me new.

I give you my brokenness,

Remind me that the black threads of life's trials will be a glorious pattern when YOU are finished.

Please abide with me,

Let me know that the threads of gold you weave come from your exclusive storehouse of grace.

I give you my struggles and insecurities,

Give me courage to trust you to weave the story of my life-- until it becomes a tapestry for YOUR glory.

May I appreciate the emerging canvas for it's unique blend of light and shadows.

May I forever give you praise,  for YOU, Jesus, are my hope, my God, my Savior,

My Story Weaver.   ---  J.Jones



My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

-----Author Unknown