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From Names on a Page...


Last week they were names on a page.  Names submitted by a thoughtful person who wanted them to have a dynamic week of experiences and opportunities.  Name.  Age.  Birthday. Experiences. Needs.  Strengths.

Names of volunteer staff giving a week of their lives; pouring into the lives of others.

Posters, name tags, labels and anything a black sharpie could write on...were covered with these names.

Today, those names are etched within my heart.  These 9 girls and volunteers that I had the privilege and honor of spending five days with are heavy on my heart.  

Last night we stood together under the massive stars in the night sky to think about how amazing it is that the God who created that... is constantly at work in us.  

That the God who bound stars together into constellations is the same God who connects people...building us all up for His good pleasure.

Philippians 2:13 -" for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure.

Tonight, I'm tired physically and emotionally.  Worried about these precious young ladies and yet....I know that WE ARE HIS.  These names that are forever etched in my heart are carried in the palm of our shepherd!

Isaiah 49:16 "See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me."
 
Psalm 100:3 "It is He who made us and not we ourselves, we are His and the sheep of His pasture."




God is weaving and carrying and continuing the work that He has begun and He will bring to completion His purpose in our lives.
 
Philippians 2:13  "For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose."

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