"The Saving One" - Starfield

What mercy was revealed
What selflessness and peace
My fate was surely sealed
Until He rescued me.
His pardon for my sin
His bounty for my need
From slavery and shame
I am redeemed

And heaven can't contain the glory of the Son
Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One
His love has made a way
The grave is overcome
Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One.

No fear can hold me down
Nor darkness steal my joy
For blood has been poured out
The Enemy destroyed.
Death could not hold Him down;
The cross was not enough
To steal away His throne,
For He is God

And heaven can't contain the glory of the Son

Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One

His love has made a way

The grave is overcome

Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One.

And anyone who calls upon His name

They will be saved!

They will be saved!

Anyone who calls upon His name

They will be saved!

They will be saved!

And heaven can't contain the glory of the Son

Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One

His love has made a way

The grave is overcome

Jesus is the Christ, the Saving One.

And anyone who calls upon His name

They will be saved!

They will be saved!

Anyone who calls upon His name

They will be saved!

They will be saved!

Overwhelmingly Thankful

Jesus, I am so thankful.  I can't even begin to tell You how my heart feels; good thing You know it anyway.  I am so thankful that You helped me pass boards.  I've been working so hard for the past 2 years to become a nurse.  And honestly, a lot of those two years were spent so far away from You.  I spend so little time with You.  But still the beauty of it all was that You were there.  You were in every patient's room, whether they knew you or not.  You were with Joe when he was unable to communicate and when his family wasn't there.  You were with Susie and her husband when she, unknowingly, was just weeks away from dying.  You were with Ms. Jane when she was in the hardest time of her life, but she still made it her prerogative to make me laugh every time I went in her room.  I am oh so grateful for that.  Father, You were there.  You were with them.  I am so thankful for the last 2 years.  I am thankful that You have molded me into the nurse I am now, but You're not done yet.  You gave me a job when I didn't ever think I would get one.  I was so frustrated with being told that I wasn't going to fit in that unit.  You knew better than that.  You put me where I wanted to be all along.  Daddy, I don't deserve that.  I don't deserve You.  I don't deserve how wonderful You've been to me, and it's all coming together so quickly.  My heart is full of thanksgiving.  Lord, just thank You.  I don't know what else to say, but thank You.

A Moment of Childhood Nostalgia

This week I got the awesome chance to relive a few moments of childhood.  Once upon a time, I had this go-cart.  All of my friends in my class would come over in the afternoons after school, and we would ride for HOURS.  Recently, my stepdad fixed the go-cart--I don't remember what broke it--but my nephews have been riding it.  I got to ride it by myself for a few minutes.  It was incredible.  I can remember so much about it:  the sounds, the speed, the wind hitting my face.  The same day, I went on a bike ride.  I can't tell you how much I used to ride my bike when I was little.  Well, first I had to learn HOW to ride the bike.  I'll never forget my parents behind me pushing the bike when my training wheels were first taken off.    One time when they let go, I busted my lip on a holly bush.  Ouch.  Anywho, once I finally and painfully learned how to ride a bike, there was no stopping me.  My cousin Robyn and I would ride everywhere at the lake in the summertime.  We pretended that we were the ones saving the world--the "Cool Kids" we called ourselves.  Our parents would fish while we saved the world from crime on our hero mobiles--aka the bikes.  One time we were riding down the hill at Enid and we wanted to switch bikes.  Now mind you, Robyn was a good 6 inches taller than I was.  My bike was the kind where you pedal backwards to stop and hers was the pull brakes on the handle bars.  So we went flying down the hill and of course I couldn't stop.  So I hit a tree, really hard.  It hurt then but it's really quite hilarious now thinking back on it.  I was such a moron.  Moments of childhood nostalgia are the greatest.  It takes you back to the simple things in life.  It makes you realize what brings you the most pleasure, and it's always the simple things.