Written for Me

This morning I was reminded of a time several years ago. I was a new mom with a precious baby girl...and I was really missing my mom. She had passed away just a few years before my SweetHeart was born. I so badly wanted to hear her voice, and to touch her hands.

Somehow I came across my first journal, which I had started just before my 8th birthday. I was having fun reading all the things an 8 year old would write about. After I had finished reading a story I wrote about a piece of bubble gum...I turned a few pages to see my mom's handwriting! I couldn't believe it. I had no idea that was even in there.

I excitedly began reading, as tears poured down my face. She wrote it as if she were speaking to me. I could hear her voice in my head as I read of her great love for me. I can't tell you what a huge blessing that was. I knew without a doubt, it was a gift from God. Only He knew the desire of my heart. Only He knew what was in that journal. I am stunned at His love. He cares! He delights to give us good gifts.

So this morning I was reading John 17. Jesus praying. Praying for me.

I want to read His words as if they were written for me...because they are. I am so thankful that He has given me His Word, and the Holy Spirit. To guide me. To speak to me. To love me.

"Though you have not seen Him, you love him. Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory," -1 Peter 1:8

me holding SweetHeart's hand

I can't even fathom seeing my Savior in the flesh. To touch the hands that were pierced and made new, to give me eternal life. The hands that have been holding me together all this time.

"For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last He will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself and my eyes behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!" -Job 19:25-27