I turn off my volume to hear His voice, I turn my focus to the Designer and Creator of my life, I choose to fall in His arms, His safety around me a sense of warmth and assurance far beyond our perception.

I may beat myself up and hold a posture of self-righteousness and the God of Grace says to me, let it all down and come to me. I may have wondered away, slipped off, feeling like, how did I get here, and my God says, I don’t disqualify you, matter of fact there’s provision for you.

Imagine a thousand the echoes of a billion voices, of both angels and Man, resonating throughout all of heaven. Stare at the beauty of such a picture. Isn't He worthy to stare at?

I am found in the most beautiful story ever written, a story that turned the world upside down, a story in Words that breaths life, a story not like any other story, a story that carries miracles within.

Negativity spiralling in my mind, I need an escape. But the giant figure seems to have blocked my escape way. Slowly I begin to lean into its idea, and feed it the more. A giant figure that keeps growing.

We all have a specific mission,
a mission to accomplish the one thing
that would not be accomplished otherwise by us.
Yet, we choose to sleep on our dreams.
Foolishly, hoping that there would simply knock on our doors.

And to realize that I am the one who left and decided to reach somewhere else, let it be fear, worry, unclean thoughts, it hurts to be out of Your reach.