The Prodigal Daughter: Tomorrow, Living in the Moment & Buffet Style Li...

The Prodigal Daughter: Tomorrow, Living in the Moment and Buffet Style Li...:  My Latest Tatt - L'Chaim is Hebrew and means "To Life!"  Let's toast life by the way we live it. By the way we encourage others to l...

Tomorrow, Living in the Moment and Buffet Style Living...



My Latest Tatt - L'Chaim is Hebrew and means "To Life!"
 Let's toast life by the way we live it.
By the way we encourage others to live... May all your tomorrows (and more importantly your "todays") be filled with life. 


Live in the moment… How does one DO that? Is it about appreciating what you have? I do that already… Is it about cherishing life? I do that too. We were originally made to live FOREVER in the Garden of Eden. Maybe that is why we have the automatic expectation that tomorrow will come. But when you’ve been faced with an illness that makes you question “all your tomorrows” suddenly you are stripped of that luxury of it being a given, “tomorrow” is something that is not taken for granted anymore. All of a sudden you feel like a person at an “all-you-can-eat buffet” where you are just trying to stuff all the good things of the this buffet table called life on your plate. Filling your plate with “some of this” or “some of that” because you are afraid that it won’t be there – tomorrow… There is never enough life. Never enough experiences… Never enough kisses you can plant upon your children. Your heart and soul cries out MORE. MORE TOMORROWS!!! So how does one go about living in the moment? Living for today?


After two years of being a Breast Cancer Survivor, I don’t know the answer for that. I’m STILL trying to figure it out. I’m told that in time it gets easier, but I’m not sure I believe it… I don’t know HOW to live as if I don’t have tomorrow. My hope is in tomorrow. I look forward to tomorrow. I plan for tomorrow. It’s my automatic pilot that goes into effect. I think it is the way we were made… Maybe it would be better to say – be thankful for today. I am. Maybe it would be better to say – tell those that you love you love them – today. I do. And then perhaps go one step further… Make a difference in someone else’s life. Pray for someone. Encourage someone. Squeeze their hand. Make someone smile. Share your experiences. Help someone else not to feel alone. Because honestly, the worst feeling in the world – is not being a cancer survivor, it’s feeling alone. Like if you weren’t here anymore – it wouldn’t even cause a ripple on the river of life. If you can make one person who dreads tomorrow have a change of heart. If you can extend your right hand behind you – for someone else to grasp, to help them feel as though they matter. Then today is a day well spent.

I think I’m always going to want a “tomorrow.” I think I’ll never stop… But in the meantime, I’m going to try real hard to show my appreciation for today… It kind of puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?

Tim McGraw - Live Like You Were Dying - HQ (Official)

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Thank you and God bless you - from the bottom of my heart and from my "Pink" sisters as well.

~ Kelly (Casey)

Who You Gonna Trust? How 'Bout The Holy Ghost Buster?

Preconceived notions… How many times have we had one? People have them all the time. I think it is a dangerous thing to do… It goes right up there with “Assuming.” And we all know what the word “Assume” breaks down to, don’t we? I look at my life prior to breast cancer and I think how unintentionally judgmental I was. I think about Jesus, and how to be Christian means to be “Christ-Like.” I believe that if you are a Christian, that that is something you strive to become, all your life. Jesus was compassionate, he was gentle, he was understanding. Yes – He was firm! But everything He did, everything He said – was said IN LOVE. We are to gently restore one another, to be firm – YET kind. You never know what a person has experienced in their life. You have all heard the saying, “you can attract more flies with honey than with vinegar?” I have seen a lot of brethren who seem to be “happy” at the short comings or falls of a brother or sister in Christ, to actually snicker or rejoice, or gossip over areas of weakness that a brother or sister might have… I think that is soooo wrong… If I was to be transparent to you, and honest, I could honestly tell you that I look back on my own life, and I see that the things I said I would NEVER do – I have done! The same things that I vehemently accused someone close to me in doing – I have found MYSELF having done! Perhaps not for the same reasons as they – but it doesn’t matter…. Sin, is sin. Maybe God appreciates it more when we are honest with Him? When we (to Him) admit to our sins? Our short comings? When we can admit and say to Him, “Lord, I cannot change this part of ME. HELP ME. Lord, I don’t understand why I do the things I do. Please help me to change what it is about me that You would like changed?” Maybe, He allows us to go through certain situations, so that we can admit how very much we need Him? That we can admit that it is NOTHING that we’ve have done (or do) that make us “Heaven-worthy.” The Bible tells us that “Our Righteousness is as filthy rags.” (Isaiah 64:6) How every glad I am that I am not under the Old Testament Law, how thankful I am that Jesus came and paid the price with his precious blood. As He hung on the cross, He looked down through the course of history and SAW ME. Saw MY sins – and STILL IN LOVE, He died on that cross for ME (and if you can be honest with yourself – for YOU too!!!)


Honestly, I do not think it is up to us to judge someone else. The Bible tells us, “For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged.” (Matthew 7:2). God knows a person’s heart. He knows what they have gone through, He sees in full – we see only in part. In 2 Timothy 3:16 it tells us that “All scripture is useful for teaching, for convincing, for correction of error, and for instruction for doing right.” But it is HOW you teach it that makes the difference. Do you wave a finger and criticize and yell at the person? Or do you lift up their chin in your fingers, look them deeply and compassionately in the eyes, and tell them that “God loves them. That He knows where they are struggling and if they can admit it to Him, that they CANNOT change in and of their own accord – BUT that HE can change them IF they are open to it” – which one do you think will be well received??



You might find that the you end up wearing the very SAME shoes that the person you so strongly judged (either vehemently or unknowingly) and find that those shoes are very uncomfortable indeed… Instead of shaking your head at them, or condemning them, or judging them – how ‘bout digging real deep and LOVING them enough to pray that God will make a difference in their lives? If you have been a Christian for a number of years, think back to all the things about yourself that God changed in YOU – because YOU ASKED Him to. Because YOU opened yourself UP to His changing you. Because you realized that you couldn’t do it by yourself… That you needed HIM to do it. It makes sense when you think about it – doesn’t it? Afterall, who knows you better than the One who created you? Remember it says in Jeremiah 1:5 “Before I formed you in your mother’s womb, I knew you. Before you were born – I set you apart.” No one knows you like HE does. No one ever will. Not even YOU, Yourself.

Seasons of Love - RENT

Somewhere in Time...

A Message in Time

Time stops for no man... How I wish it would.  How I wish we could hold on to certain moments and NOT LET GO.  What a loving God we serve that in creating us, gave us the BEST kind of internal camera - Our memories!  Think about... How a certain song or smell can bring you back to a certain time in your life? Or even a taste of a familiar food - can bring a flood of memories coming through.... Thank God for creating our senses!

My mother is turning 70 next week... SEVENTY.  How did THAT happen?? When did that happen?  I'm SO glad it happened!  But you see, in my eyes - my mom is "ageless."  Mom's "don't age," they stay the same - they are simply, "Mom."  How does time go by so quickly?  Although I am 45, I feel the SAME as I did when I was 16 - only wiser. (At least I hope I am....).  Isn't it funny how "old" is always 15 years "older than you are?"  (And, as I already indicated, that doesn't pertain to our parents...)  I look at elderly people, and  I finally understand what they meant when they looked at us, shook their head and said, "If I only knew THEN what I know NOW."  Our bodies are just shells.  Or as the Bible puts it "temples."They house who we REALLY are.  As I grow older, I understand this more and more.

As a birthday present, I bought my mom tickets to go see Maya Angelou.  I didn't expect her to want to take ME with her, but I'm so glad she did.  Dr. Angelou spoke of "having an attitude of gratitude" How we should let "thank you fall off of our lips often."  She spoke of how at a time in her life, when she was a single African American parent, she was asked to play a role in the Musical "Porgy and Bess."  A role that would take her around the world to perform.  She asked her son if it would be okay with him if she did this.  He went to stay with a relative while she did the tour (her son  - I think she said, was eight years old at the time.)  When she returned from the trip, her son was angry with her.  She went through a depression and contemplated commiting suicide - holding her son's hand and jumping off the balcony of their apartment.  When she realized what a danger she was becoming to herself and to her son, she went to get help.  She ended up going to her voice coach's house, telling him how she felt.  After listening to her, he said "Take this yellow pad of paper." (She took it from him). He then said, "Now, write down that you are grateful you can "take" that pad of paper when there are people that don't even have hands to reach for things. Now, write down that you are grateful that you have fingers that you can write with on that yellow pad of paper... Now write down that you are grateful that you can spell... And then when you think about it - write down that you are grateful you can read..." And he went on and on until she realized how MUCH she was"grateful" FOR. She then admitted to us all, that from that point on ALL of her writings/poems have been done on "Yellow pads of paper." (I wrote this from jotted down notes I took during her presentation - so please remember it's based on notes "I wrote" on not a yellow pad of paper - but a small white one, and I probably am not doing her "justice" in how she presented it).

I have a clock hanging in my living room. I got it from The Cracker Barrel Store - A store I love because you can have lunch there and shop too! This store sells items that represent many different eras. I bought a clock a year ago.  The name of the clock is "A Message in Time."  What I love about it, is that you can put tiny pictures on the walls of the clock right where each number for an hour would be. (See above photo). I have filled it with pictures of my three children.  Two of my kids decided they wanted to record what would be the "chime." They decided that the perfect chime for the clock would be a verse from the song "Seasons of Love" (from the musical "Rent.") They decided they would sing the following verse:

"Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes... How many minutes are in a year?" 

Every time my clock chimes, I hear my children singing that verse.  No matter how old they become (as long as the clock works), frozen in time will be their child-like voices, taking me back to the moment they (innocently) recorded it.

So I guess what we need to do, is to remember how precious this gift called life is. How precious time is... And if necessary - get ourselves "a pad of yellow paper" if it helps you (as it did Dr. Angelou) remember what a gift our lives are, and in the words of Dr. Angelou - ""See in yourself something SO WORTHY that you will not only live a unique life - but that you will live one in which you thrive with passion and compassion AND style!"

The clock chimes... It's time for me to go... I've got a 70th birthday party for a very special woman to prepare for... Tick tock... Time to make a memory.

Ready? Aim... Shoot.... FIRE! Another One Bite's The Dust!

Aim, Shoot and FIRE!

Sometimes I feel like David must have facing Goliath with just a slingshot and a stone.  Only my slingshot is my faith, and my stones are the promises that God has given me in His Word.

Have you ever faced a problem with your knees trembling?  Everything within you tells you to "run and hide." But you hear a quiet voice reminding you that "God did not give you a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power, love and a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7)

Jesus told us "Take my Yoke upon you, and learn from me. I am humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls." (Matthew 11:29)

I'm not sure if they still teach kids this - but when I was a kid in school, they taught us a song. The words went like this:  "He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole wide world, in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands."  We sang it innocently because we were told to (in music class).  But it is the truth.  Even His word says, "I have engraved you upon the palms of my hands."

He didn't promise us we wouldn't go through hardships, or storms or problems - but He did promise us that "He would never leave nor forsake us." 

I'm quite sure that David was scared as he faced that mean ol' giant.  But I think he also felt peace while he stood there because he recognized that the fight wasn't his.  He recognized and acknowledged that without God he could do nothing.  But with God, well "all things are possible."

With God on your side - there is no room for failure.  "The steps of the righteous are ordained by God." (Psalm 37). He ordained you. Your steps. YOU. 

Okay... I've got my slingshot.  Loading it up and aiming it at the current worry in my life... Down it goes!  Another one bites the dust!  It's your turn now... You GOT this! Because He has You.  Deep breath, exhale... Let it fly!

Jesus - Mary Did You Know Video - The Passion

Stop Yelling and Answer The Door!

It's for You and He's Not Leaving Until You Answer The Door....

The house is quiet... All I hear is the ticking of the clock on the living room wall. Seconds are going by that will never come back. Seconds that turn into minutes, that turns into hours, that turns into days, that turns into weeks, that turns into years...  How quickly time goes by.

I wonder how small we look to God? Did you ever wonder that?  Do we look to Him the way an ant hill looks to us?  It must seem so big to those ants at their viewpoint.  Do you wonder how God sees you amongst all the human beings there are in the earth?  Is it like one of those movies we see, where they show the earth from a distance, making it look like a turning globe.  Do you feel like you are reaching out your arms to God, jumping, yelling, stomping - wondering if He even hears you? Maybe there is a voice in your head saying, "Aw come on - why would He listen to you? He's got His plate full with prayer requests and peoples problems. What makes you think you are special? That He has time to hear your little itty bitty non-important concern?"

Don't listen to that voice.  It is the voice of the liar. He wants you to think that you don't matter, that your feelings don't count, that your life doesn't count that you are nothing more than a little ant standing on that ant hill.  The Bible tells us that   "He knows EVERY hair on your head." (Luke 12:7) You matter. Your thoughts, your life, YOU - you matter to Him.  In fact, you not only matter, He wants you to talk to Him.  He wants you to share your thoughts, your worries, your concerns - your life with Him.  He wants to be a part of your life.  He wants you to know that its "not about" joining a certain denomination or church (although it is good to be part of a place where you will spiritually grow and get fed).  It is about having a "personal" relationship with Him.  He's waiting to hear about your day.  Like a best friend waiting for the phone to ring, eager to pick it up and hear all about YOU.

He tells us "Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow, or reap or store away in barns,  and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable then they?" (Matthew 6:26)

He stands at the door knocking. (The door of your life). And here is the beauty of His love - He will stand there knocking and knocking and knocking - not giving up, even while you are going through the course of your life, shutting out that knocking sound... Covering it up with daily activities, ignoring it.  But deep inside your heart, you hear it.  What will it take for Him to make you lift your head and acknowledge His presence?  Let Him show you that you are not a little ant.  Or maybe even better than that - that those little ants He created serve a purpose.  Even those tiny little ants matter to Him - and He sees them hard at work on that anthill.  How much more so does He see YOU?  Open the door and let Him in.  You'll be so glad you did! "Behold I stand at the door and knock if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with Him and Him with me." (Revelations 3:20)  Isn't it time you made a date with your Heavenly Father? Imagine going out to eat with someone who already knows ALL about you - but wants you to tell them anways?  Someone who is sitting forward in their seat hanging on to your every word.  Looking at you with pride and love and adoration simply because you let them in?  Someone who is TRULY interested in everything you are thinking and have to say.  Someone who wants to truly share with you.  See you succeed, bless you abundantly.  And all you have to do is open the door and let Him in.  It will be the best door you ever opened in your whole life.

"El Shaddai" Michael Card

Grown Up Musical Chairs.... Are You in or Out? How FAST Are You Going?



Don't Let Your Life Be Like Musical Chairs... Your Purpose is YOURS and YOURS alone! It Is What Makes YOU Special! Get Quiet, Be Still and Listen... It's as Plain as The Nose on Your Face.

How strange it is... When you think about... We spend all our lives searching for a purpose.  Most of the time that purpose is as plain as the nose on our faces.  It is so clear, that we sometimes miss the simplicity of it all... The gifts you have been bestowed - are gifts that perhaps you take for granted, because you have been doing them all of your life.  Maybe it began with a gift for music - your parents had you take piano lessons, and your gift expanded.  Maybe you saw it more as "becoming a well rounded individual" then a gift you were suppose to use throughout the course of your life....

He created us each with a purpose.  My guess is that that purpose is one that we were born with and have spent all of our lives trying to discover.  How ironic is that when you think about it? Everyone has certain things about that them that make them special.  How ironic is it that more often than not we don't even see those very gifts as special?  We take them for granted, we shrug them off.  We become like dogs chasing their tails when all the time the answer was right before us....

We were born with a purpose.   We were born with individual gifts.  Kind of like a napsack full of things to get you through this journey called life.  Things that make up your personality.  Who you are..... Do you know what those gifts are?  Have you figured them out yet?  Maybe the things that have happened in your life have made you deaf to the very things that make you special?

There is so much noise around us.  the noise of the world, the noise of our problems.  Louder and faster and more problems and more distractions - until we are SPINNING with it. Faster and faster and faster we whirl, sometimes not even being able to take a breath before something else captures our attention and distracts us further. Sometimes the noise of life is so loud that we don't *hear* the beauty in the life God gave us.  Like a scene in a movie where you see someone's lips moving, but you can't hear what they are saying.  Or maybe it's the pace of our lives... We seem to go faster and faster.  Our days are filled with so much that we think needs to be done that the hours so quickly speed by.... I had a thought today, that the same game that we played as little children - one called "Musical Chairs" has become a grown up version.... We are walking in the midst of crowds, going faster and faster and faster trying to live up to expectations that society has perhaps deemed important.  Kind of like trying to grab the seat before someone else does.  What are we trying to prove and to who?  More often then not - I think it is to ourselves.... What has to go on in our lives in order for us to be considered "good enough" or "prosperous enough" or "successful enough"  the world's standards of this change constantly.  And the noise gets louder, and our purpose gets quieter, and our sense of frusturation grows.  We don't know who we are, why we are, where we are or where we are going...

We were created to serve a purpose. We were created in love with a purpose in mind.  Somewhere along the way, we forgot the reason.... If we're not careful we'll miss it in totalilty and at the end of the song of our lives, we'll realize that the very thing we wanted most of all - love, peace of mind, happiness, well being - we had the tools to have that "abundancy" that God created us to have, the whole time.  We just weren't paying attention...

The Prodigal Daughter: You ARE A Love Song - of The MOST Beautiful Kind.

The Prodigal Daughter: You ARE A Love Song - of The MOST Beautiful Kind.: There is a sense of vulnerability that I think if we allow ourselves to admit - is part of being human. We were made in a vulnerable sta...

My Soul Desire (Deniece Williams)

You ARE A Love Song - of The MOST Beautiful Kind.

There is a sense of vulnerability that I think if we allow ourselves to admit - is part of being human. We were made in a vulnerable state. We were made out of love, by a loving Creator. Think about it... He gave us senses - to see, taste, hear, smell and feel.  Why?  Only a loving God would want us to experience all the pleasure (and unfortunately) pain that comes with our senses.

Maybe that is why He made us with a vulnerability that is as much a part of us being human as our senses. Maybe being vulnerable isn't a bad thing? It helps us remember that we are *not* and weren't meant to be Him. Maybe it allows us to see (if we listen to our hearts) that He made us out of such a deep, deep love. Maybe we aren't *meant* to be "perfect" that He loves us inspite of our imperfections.

If you get still and listen *real* close - you will hear more than your own heart beat - you will hear the cry of your heart. If you really are honest with yourself, you'll recognize that cry is for your Creator. There is a part of us - a very large part of our hearts that knows that it cannot be filled with anything but Him.  That emptiness you are feeling? Have you tried to fill it with something else? That is only a substitute.  It was meant for Him and ONLY Him.  That part of us is reserved for Him.  Whether we admit it or not - it is part of who we are. Part of who we were made to be.

My soul cries out for my Creator.  Although sometimes the sound of the world around me distract me (as it does you). But as round about things as we may go - we always come back to the need inside of us. The need for Him.

There is a thirst that can only be quenched with the recognition and acknowledgement of WHY we were created and for WHO.  Deny it, ignore it, drown it out - but it will always, always, always be there.  Testimony of Him is all around us. HE is all around us.

Our bodies are frail. They were made to be temples which house who we *really* are. They are a shell. Sometimes we don't realize how fragile they are until something happens to draw our attention to it. For me, it was breast cancer.  Why is it that we don't see what it is that has always been before us? That is why it is so important to respect your body. To take care of it. To praise Him for we are truly wonderfully and magnificiently made. What a God we serve? What a Creator... Every part of us was thoughtfully and lovingly put together.  Think about all the physical enjoyment He has provided our bodies to experience.  TELL ME that is NOT love?  He didn't have to make us that way.  Eyes to see, Noses to smell, fingers to touch, ears to hear.... We were made like a love song. And each time a life is created, it is a new song.  A one of a kind song.  How could you not love a God who is so full of love? No wonder the Heavens rejoice in praise and worship.  He is WORTHY of honor, glory and praise.  And I for one am glad - that no matter where I am in my journey.  No matter how many mistakes or "wrong turns" I make.  No matter where I feel I am spiritually.  There is a song in my heart - that is meant NOT for man.  But for HIM.

Only YOU Know How the Story Ends...

She wanted that balloon more than anything...

A short story - written by me... And by You...
Once upon a time, there was a girl walking along when she noticed a blue balloon, with it's string dancing in the wind just out of her reach.  Oh how she wanted that balloon.  She tried time and time again to reach for it. Straining, standing on her tippy toes to grab it - the balloon was always just out of reach.  She wanted that balloon... Oh how she wanted it.  Soon nothing else mattered to her except the need to have that balloon.  She ran after it and sometimes it even seemed to come closer to her.  To tease her.  She lost track of everything else but that blue balloon.  At times it was close enough for her to even see her reflection in the blueness of it.  But it was always just out of reach.  It played with her, it went around her.  Her heart's desire became that balloon. She would visualize what it would be like once she caught hold of the string.  How she would hold the string tight and run with it and dance with it and rub her face against it.  She had to have it.  She wanted it.  It was hers, now if only she could touch it. Feel it, hold it.

Soon the girl began to get discouraged.  Her arms and fingers ached from reaching and trying to grab that string.  She began to doubt that she would be able to get it afterall.  And for the first time, wondered who it had belonged to in the first place? How had it gotten away? Would it really be as good as she pictured it would be - to hold it? And have it?  She wondered how long she could last and would she ever get to hold the balloon? Or would she always be chasing after it - hoping, wanting, dreaming of holding it. She began to get angry at the balloon. Stomped her feet and demanded outloud that it come to her now!  But the balloon seemed to laugh at her, wave its string and drift farther away.

What ended up happening to that balloon? Did she get it? I would tell you, but it's ending is different for each person. The ending depends... upon the person and the balloon.... It is up to you.... The ending is for you to know... And maybe no one else... 'cept perhaps the balloon...

MercyMe - I Can Only Imagine

He Sees You When You're Sleeping, He Knows When You're Awake...

It's Easter weekend or Resurrection weekend as some like to call it... It is one of my favorite holidays because it makes me remember what Jesus did for me. How as He hung on that cross He looked through the course of history and saw ME... Have you ever used "Google Earth?" It helps map a particular address you are looking for by zooming in on the street from a satellite.  It zooms to the earth and then as you get closer to the section of the map the address is on. You can see trees, roads, and then there it is! The location you are looking for! An actual photograph of the house or residence.  It zooms down till you can even see cars parked in the driveway!  When I think of Jesus up on that cross. I think of how in His mind He may have zoomed through the course of history way down into the photographic life of ME.  Maybe that is what helped make being up there, palms nailed, feet nailed, side pierced tolerable? (If you can even USE such a phrase for a time like that?) Maybe the Holy Spirit allowed Him to see EACH and EVERY person He was dying on that cross for in detail.  Flashes of all of us. The reason why He was up there.  The reason He CHOSE to be up there for us.  Because He loves us... He saw YOU He saw ME and STILL He chose the cross.

Easter is also a time to me to reflect on the things that I need to change within myself. It "resurrects" all these feelings of inadequacy within me that I need to sort out. What is resurrecting in you? Whether you are celebrating Passover or Easter, it definitely is a Holy time. What is it that God is saying to YOU about YOU? For me, I see all my sins that Jesus died on the cross for. It humbles me. It makes me thankful that we are not living under the law anymore... It makes me appreciative of what He did. It seems to be a constant theme running in my head, "Nothing but His grace, His love and His mercy." But I also think that we can use that as an excuse not to try to change those things within us that need changing. He died for a reason.  He had a purpose.  What is your purpose? What is it that God wants you to do in your life? Each of us has a purpose, each of us have gifts.  God gave us the gift of His Son.

 "For God so loved the world that He gave His ownly begotten Son.  That whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16) 

He gave us His Son.  What do we have to give? I know the response is "our lives" but have you ever looked at your life and thought... "Gee, it is in shambles... I'm not even sure what to do with it... Would he really want THIS? Sometimes I'm not even sure I want this... My life is dirty, its a mess. I can't give this to God." YES YOU CAN.

 "Though your sins are scarlet I will make them white as snow." (Isaiah 1:18)

What an amazing God we serve. We need to just give it to Him. Our lives. In whatever condition they are in. Let Him transform us. Sometimes it can feel like that is the hardest thing in the world to do. We doubt that God wants us, that we can really come to Him as we are. It's even harder to do if you are a prodigal. Because you are trying to make your way back to Him and your sins and doubts, and regrets and worries and inadequacies are all before you.  You can't hide them from Him. He knows. He sees what state you are in.  But here is the thing - HE LOVES YOU ANYWAYS.  See His hand? He's holding it out to you. His crucified palm is facing up to receive your hand in His.  Take it.  You may not think what a difference it will make - but you truly won't know, until you do it.  It WILL make a difference.  There is a reason why they call it a "personal relationship" with God.  What do you have to lose?  Look at the steps behind you... You have a choice.  You can either stay on the pathway you are on - which may feel mundane, may feel hopeless, may feel like you have no direction.  Or you can reach out and take His hand.  See where He wants to lead you.  He has a purpose for your life.  He created you for a reason.  There are things that He wants you to do that NO ONE else can do. Only YOU.  Yes YOU - He's talkin' to YOU.  Put your hand in His and let Him lead you forward or as the Bible says:

"Taste and see that the Lord is Good."(Psalms 34:8) 

No one can "taste it" for you. You have to try and experience it for yourself... Go on now, He's waiting... He's holding out His hand for you. Take it. You were born for a reason.

 "I knew you when you were formed in your mother's womb." (Jeremiah 1:5)

 Isn't it time you discovered all that He has for you? Your purpose? You have one you know. Maybe it's time to take His hand and discover what it is...

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