The noises in my head telling me I can’t or I shouldn’t, resound.
But they cannot be silenced by the whisper of my Savior.
I know his voice.
I trust His words.
They bring life, everlasting.
He knows my tendency to be critical and self judging.
No woman is more intense with suspicion of me than me.
But he knows and He tells me.
I’m worth it.
He has a mission for me, a goal that together we will accomplish.
Living because He ordained it.
Loving because He sustains it.
Laughing because He constantly rearranges it.
He rearranges my thinking,
and my meaning.
In him I sing.
That’s what comes of the louder voice that is silent.
Um yes, I had a little too much fun with the new Photobucket editing.
Five Minutes worth a million.
The topic is, Loud.