Caring for the Broken
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
As many were astonished at you—his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the children of mankind. Isaiah 52:14
Don’t mind the pieces of your heart scattered on that floor. There’s no shame.
The inside torment that keeps your addiction alive can come, too.
…a bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice.
(Isaiah 42:3)
Isaiah 1:6 – From the sole of the foot even unto the head [there is] no soundness (wholesomeness) in it; [but] wounds, and bruises (black & blue marks), and putrifying (new) sores:
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have had this message prepared for several days yet unsure when to post it. However, this evening I happened across a powerful message from Pastor Carter Conlon at Times Square Church. It seemed to mirror what I was holding