Tuesday, September 13, 2011


I carried pieces of me in my pocket until God asked me to hold out my hands. But like a child refusing to let something precious go, I kept my fists tightly clenched...until he opened his hands to show me he has so much more.

"But he was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed."
-Isaiah 53:5


Abby said...

So sweet to come here and 'be with you'. Oh, why was CSU so crazy...our training before, why didn't we have that heart-to-heart over coffee? I'd give just about anything;} for that right now. You are a treasure:}

Leaha Shaikh said...

Ahh, Thanks Abby, I know, kindred spirits separated by distance, right? Let's talk on the phone sometime...