He didn’t die for us because we were worth dying for, He died for us to make us worth dying for.
I will turn my ear to a proverb; with the harp I will expound my riddle.
What if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy?
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise?
Laura Story; Blessings