“Remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door, “you are special because I made you. And I don’t make mistakes.”
Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, I think he really means it.
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
“Remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door, “you are special because I made you. And I don’t make mistakes.”
Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, I think he really means it.
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
in my awesome small group, my leader was praying for me when the Spirit spoke through her and broke through yet another layer of foggy glass in my heart. He said, “just remember who you are, who I’ve made you to be…” i’d been praying about who He wants me to become on a daily basis, in the near and the far future, and had come to a block in my understanding as to seeing His perspective of things.
when she prayed over me for a confirmation of identity, all i thought was my spiritual identity. i had so easily forgotten my past. good, genuine friends are such blessings. a friend and i talked at length today, and the conversation somehow traveled around the world to the place where i was born as i traveled back in time to re-live my past — something i hadn’t done in a long, long time. my family’s story is like a crazy story of one miracle after another. my parents are “superheroes,” in her words; i agree.
i could hardly believe that the story i was telling was the story of my life. it hasn’t even been ten years and i had forgotten my history. that is why i have been experiencing fogginess when seeking for His heart and perspective on my role in His future — i was not able to let Him use my past to speak to my present and future.
i have been extremely blessed to have gone through this journey so far. and life will continue to be an utmost privilege to live.
pull me and push me till i hear You singing
‘cause this is the Real thing