Monday, January 12, 2009

January 12, 2009

God is my refuge, my hiding place. He walks beside me, goes before me and lives within me.
How can I ever escape his presence? He is with me all the time.
Why would I ever want him to leave?

Father, embrace this child of yours and hold her tightly. Protect and shield her from the storm. Strengthen the weak parts.
Then send her out again to be all that you created her to be.