The hands of God. Great message tonight at church. If I fall, I fall into the hand of God.
Behold, the LORD’s hand is not shortened,
That it cannot save;
Nor His ear heavy,
That it cannot hear.
I will rise out of these ashes. Rise.
I’m not really in ashes per se. So don’t get weird on me. But really we can be in ashes/dust from moment to moment and I had a few of those moments today with a little two year old tike.
But everything was ordered by the Potter in Jeremiah 18, even before I chose the potter Himself. So don’t feel sorry for me or for you, it’s all part of the plan. No regrets. Loved that portion from tonight’s message.
And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make.
Praying for a baby girl named Olivia. I mentioned her before. She and her parents are in our church. She was born with stage 4 cancer. They received a good prognosis without chemo but her liver is so enlarged she is having trouble breathing. She underwent anesthesia for a procedure to receive her chemo. Please pray for this precious child and her precious parents. I can barely survive when Henry has a stuffy nose because I want to take his place. I. can’t. even. imagine. But God. Praise You, God, that Olivia is in your hand.