Some days the cut is deep. The words cut deep. The words wound little hearts and I want to turn off that dripping, nagging, faucet of criticism.
I am thankful.
I am thankful that He hears my cries for help.
Miss Ann, with her riveting words, tells me that one bad habit is replaced by a good habit. Just as one nail is pounded out by another nail.
Three nails He took for me. Pound. Pound. Pound.
Three nails gave me liberty.
{Visit Ann's blog. She has made all these sweet printables available for us!}
I may be a slow learner of this Joy lesson, but I am finally learning it.
{This little booklet is also a printable listed under "Free Gifts For You"}
The girls and I are beginning to count our gifts. Seven a day.
Practice makes perfect.
1 comment:
Beautiful post, Christa!!!
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