A little girl sees her daddy walk into the room and her face immediately brightens. She gets up and runs into his arms. There this little girl feels safe. She knows that nothing can hurt her because her daddy will protect her. She feels loved, protected and secure. Just like every little girl should feel when she is in her daddy's arms.
Another little girl sees her daddy walk into the room. She gets up and runs into his arms. But unlike the first little girl, this girl doesn't feel safe. She feels empty. The daddy lets go of the little girl and walks away. This little girl feels alone, unprotected and insecure. She tries to hide her fear and
It was a bright, beautiful Sunday morning. Flowers of all shapes and colors were in full bloom, and the soft music of bees and birds graced the air.
There was scarcely a cloud in the brilliant blue sky, and there was but a slight breeze that barely stirred the leaves on the trees. Overall, this morning could not have been more ideal.
Yet there was no joy to be found in this day, at least for some people.
At the sepulcher that was the property of Joseph of Arimathea, a young woman could be found sitting forlornly on the ground, weeping bitterly. The stone that blocked the entrance to the tomb had been rolled away; within, there was nothing.
I've touched a life. Everyone has, in their own way, in their own time, in their own thoughts. They probably don't even realize it.
Some touches are just a ripple in the water joining millions of others, blending and mixing to create a beautiful harmony. Others are like a splash, covering people's lives with grace, mercy, and forgiveness.
As I said, I've touched a life. My youth group did, actually, when we were in Kansas City, Missouri.
When you think of a mission trip, what do you think of? Adults sneaking around China in the midnight's moon? A group of Christians the jungles of the Amazon, secretly teaching tho