Thirsty
(by Sandi McClary, copyright 2008)
Based on God's Word to the Samaritan Woman
I come to the well
Alone, ashamed
A broken sinner
Without a name
Thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
(chorus)
So I come to the well
The sanctuary
The waters of life
The waters of life
So I come to the well
And I lift up my hands to your hands to your name
I lift up my hands to your name.
Running through life
Busy each day
Missing the part
Where I call on your name
But I'm thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
chorus
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Tracks to My Home
In as much detail as you would like to share, please tell me a “miracle” that has happened in your own life.
I am thankful for so many miracles that the Lord has given me..... His peace, His strength to endure the journey, my two sons, my granddaughter, my family, and the women of faith that He has placed in my path. One of the miracles of life stands out though.
Chuck Swindoll says that this road that we travel is like walking on a set of railroad tracks where one foot is standing on blessing and the other standing, or sliding, in pain and dying decay. Growing up in rural Missouri, I remember walking down the tracks many times. Growing in God's love and faith now, still I am walking down those tracks that will lead me home.
At a time when I was mostly crawling down the tracks, I was able to pray over my brothers in my mother's front yard. With the city and Satan's lies swirling around us, we were holding hands in a quiet place of peace. God is so amazing. His mercy and love endure forever.
I am thankful for so many miracles that the Lord has given me..... His peace, His strength to endure the journey, my two sons, my granddaughter, my family, and the women of faith that He has placed in my path. One of the miracles of life stands out though.
Chuck Swindoll says that this road that we travel is like walking on a set of railroad tracks where one foot is standing on blessing and the other standing, or sliding, in pain and dying decay. Growing up in rural Missouri, I remember walking down the tracks many times. Growing in God's love and faith now, still I am walking down those tracks that will lead me home.
At a time when I was mostly crawling down the tracks, I was able to pray over my brothers in my mother's front yard. With the city and Satan's lies swirling around us, we were holding hands in a quiet place of peace. God is so amazing. His mercy and love endure forever.
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