By His Stripes

For every wound, every tear that I've cried, one thing has remained constant...



Even when I was devastated, hopeless, tired, weary beyond reason, He held me. He wiped away my tears. And He promises me healing every day:

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was on him; and with his stripes we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5)

This is what will hold my heart and enable me to face each moment that I cannot on my own. What is holding your heart today?

(Photo borrowed from Georgy at www.turnbacktogod.com)

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