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(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…

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