Six years ago you saved my life. Two thousand years ago you rescued me. Today you continue to pursue my heart. These are the words that flowed so easily from pen to paper. Today, April 15th, is the anniversary of your sparing my life. But today is different. Something is new. My thoughts are just as reflective as last years, but the words don't come... something has changed. I pick up last year's journal to read... Daddy God, Happy Anniversary... to you! It's the day you chose to spare my life ... not "me" for I am nothing with out your purpose(s) to live for. Thank you for the year I've experienced. I've slept in a car, on the floor, in hotels and on the mission field. I've spent time with family and friends over coffee or a meal. I've met strangers that became friends, and known friends that became strangers. What a blessing to get to serve you! I pick up my pen... Abba Father, On this our anniversary, I thank you! fo
Some call me Coach, she calls me Momma, and hers calls me Granna, but He calls me Songbird. I have a song to sing, a story to tell, and occasionally a warning to share.