A Redeemed Bride 

There is something mysterious about her

Everyone knows of her struggles

Everyone clings to her dark past

But the joy on her face tells a new story

Of a prodigal who has found her home

There is something mystical about her

In the way she carries herself

When she moves through the crowd

Her feet hardly touches the ground

Her presence leaves a trail of His heart

Wherever her feet touch leaves a mark

There is something heavenly about her

Fame and fortune has no hold on her

He asked her to live free of this world

While He clothes her in perfumes of His love

Which she shares with all she comes into contact with; the abandoned, forgotten, rejected.

I am in awe at the way she smiles through her pain

I hang on her lips when she talks about her God

Who has carried her through all her darkness and gloom

Her face lights up with so much delight

When she shares about her deep love for her God

Who is more real to her than anyone she can see

For He has ransomed her heart

She is sold to the One, who has conquered her heart.

There is a gentleness in her touch

Her eyes filled with love

She is a safe haven for the weary and lost

They run to her and she points them to the lover of her heart

So that they too can experience

His deep and unending love

She leaves me breathless and hungry

Craving for what she has found

Through her laid down life

Abandoned to only His control

The world and what it has to offer

Will never be able to satisfy her again

It has lost its power

His heart is her safe place

She has found her home.

~ Ebigale Wilson 


Boo Boo Bandaids 

Do you ever feel like you get one banged up knee, scrape or fall after another? I’m talking about emotional or spiritual hits now. 

You make a mistake and off you go trying to recover by placing a “feel better” bandaid over it, only to make the same mistake the next day. 
How many of us might find ourselves resembling this young lady’s banged up legs? 

We are all covered in bandaids trying to hide our weaknesses and shortcomings. I have medical health alert good news for you. 

Go to your nearest Bible clinic and look up the following verses.  

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

 The Message (MSG)

Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me, My grace is enough; it’s all you need.

My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.

Take a load off, sit down and soak up these soothing words from the Bible. We have amazing support from God. He is waiting for us to discover Him. 

We don’t have to do this alone. 

Jesus is waiting for you to surrender and allow him to bandage you up properly. 

Let Him take over and watch your boo’s boo’s disappear. 

Weak Me, Strong He,

Kelley Allison