While I’m still trying to gather my thoughts and praying about another subject to post about today is simply a song.

This song was given by the close family friend and greatest witness for Christ in my life I recently lost.

–Sunflowers always face the sun: “The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, but the word of our God shall stand for ever…”

–Let inadequacy and insecurity draw you to wholeness…

He’s dancing with Jesus now.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Jesus loves you. He will never leave or forsake you. You are fearfully and wonderfully made.

“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? 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?

WHICH OF YOU BY TAKING THOUGHT CAN ADD ONE CUBIT UNTO HIS STATURE? AND WHY TAKE YE THOUGHT FOR RAIMENT? CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD, HOW THEY GROW; THEY TOIL NOT, NEITHER DO THEY SPIN: AND YET I SAY UNTO YOU, THAT EVEN SOLOMON IN ALL HIS GLORY WAS NOT ARRAYED LIKE ONE OF THESE.

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? THEREFORE TAKE NO THOUGHT, SAYING, WHAT SHALL WE EAT? OR, WHAT SHALL WE DRINK? OR, WHEREWITHAL SHALL WE BE CLOTHED?

(FOR AFTER ALL THESE THINGS DO THE GENTILES SEEK:) FOR YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER KNOWETH THAT YE HAVE NEED OF ALL THESE THINGS.

BUT SEEK YE FIRST THE KINGDOM OF GOD, AND HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS; AND ALL THESE THINGS SHALL BE ADDED UNTO YOU. 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.”

“Lately I’ve been winning battles left and right, but even winners can get wounded in the fight.
People say that I’m amazing, strong beyond my years, but they don’t see inside of me I’m hiding all the tears.

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don’t know Who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just a while ’cause deep inside this armor the warrior is a child.

Unafraid because His armor is the best, but even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.
People say that I’m amazing and never face retreat…
But they don’t see the enemies that lay me at His feet.