Mysteries, thrillls and chills . . . one story at a time.
I am not worthy but You keep on loving me anyhow.
I want to live the life You prepared, to accept all of Your bounty. You’ve got plans for me.
But I keep looking back. The trail of failures, broken dreams, misused promises overwhelm me.
Then You remind me to seek Your face. Loving You means loving me. Love blots out fear.