(Today is primarily devoted to gathering my writings to send to a publisher that I’ve been talking with. It’s a little scary – my work going out to be judged worthy or not worthy of the printed page. I know that chances are very slim with a major publishing company. But I also know that I have already taken a risk by putting my heart and thoughts right here and that Jesus has used this place to grow and teach me, and hopefully to help others. So whatever happens, I know that I am still held by the One who also holds His purpose for me and my love for writing. He knows me and loves me. Fear has place to rest in my heart when I trust that with everything I am….)
Fear, you have no grip on me
My heart is not my own
It’s held by One who loves me more
Than you will ever know.
Your ugly fingers try to grab
Your claws are long and sharp
But His hands conquered death itself
And those hands protect my heart.
Try, if you dare, to pry away
This heart from His strong grasp
But you’ve been warned, you will not win
Your hold on me won’t last.
So slink away to corners dark
And leave my soul alone
This heart of mine is spoken for
It is not my own….
1 John 4:18 – There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…
