The Redeemed

I did not know I would see this day come. Seven years ago my life was very different. Dark, pain filled, broken. But how the Lord has compassion on the brokenhearted. His heart is turned toward my outcries. I had turned away from God and pursued my own heart. I did not know His heart made my heart beat truer. His heart brought mine into proper rhythm. As years have passed our rhythm has reunited. Bringing hope, peace, and life. It has been a process of surrender. I saw the truth, He knows me, He knows the real me. Piecing the pieces of a shattered heart appears impossible. My Savior is willing to put his hand to the task. He has picked up each piece up with tenderness and care. placing each one into it's proper place. Growing pains filled as the pieces fit together to beat anew. There were misplaced beats as my heart searched for rhythm again.        Thump,             Thump --           ...

"We can make our plans,     but the Lord determines our steps."                                         Proverbs 16:9 Tomorrow is filled with many things, many of which I cannot begin to imagine. I give my days to the one who made them, only He is worthy to carry them. I have been blessed with many years to live life. Each day has been a gift. Over the years I have been alive I have seen many remarkable things happen and have grown from every one of them. We are given a set number of days here on this earth; use them wisely. Share love with those around you. Learn what you can and do what you can to make this world a better place. You have a voice, speak truth. You have hands, use them to aid someone in need. You have a smile, share it freely to bring light and hope to another's day. You make a difference!

Be inspire by a story of change! Make a difference by living the change!

Peter's Mother-in-law Preformed in 2011 by: Anna Bryant, Morgen Mosley, Rich Swingle Matthew 8:14-15

Written by: Anna Bryant I stand in two worlds one of memory the other                     Forgotten. Memory gives a lot of  joy, pain, and love. Forgotten is peaceful, giving with it space to stretch, grow, and change. Forgotten is teaching me  to learn and be still. To let memory fade  allowing my body into a place of peace. Forgotten is revealing the value of memory's emotion. The emotion brings my framework to life, with the pain and joy. Pale is my life   without the paints of emotion coloring in my life. I remember today, only a today. Yesterday is gone.   A new beginning is now. Advance until the world of Forgotten becomes a memory then all there is left is Peace.

Written by: Anna Bryant Give me strength to follow you Lord. Help me to know your face in a crowd. Let me not lose sight of the goal while in this world of training.  I have struggled to run this race which was set for me, since before I was born.  I want to know how I can best praise  your name. Is it by dancing to a song giving you praise? Or by reciting the best written script imaginable? You say all these things will pass away…. So what is it you want from us? A question so many have strived to answer, yet why are so many unsatisfied. What if the best answer is contentment to your will…. what if we stop trying to chose what is worthy of your praise  instead,    Love like you did, Pray as you prayed to your Father, Trust in the promises you have made. Living out our faith instead of acting out faith.

Written By: Anna Bryant God! this stretching hurts. why do you let all the pain happen? why do you let me get hurt, over and over again. you have all power, yet, you let that board hit me in the head. you let my vision blur.  the world has lost all stability, my head is swimming, and nothing can calm the sea in my stomach from raging. you say you love me but there is so much pain. I know you are with me and sometimes that makes me feel worse. I know you can stop it all in a breath but the pain continues.  The Creator of the universe who loves me, but won't stop the pain. how is this preparing me? how does this make me stronger? Words cut deeper than the board could.  "Why do you get hurt all the time?" "Maybe we should put you in bubble wrap?" Each time, I fight the doubt that you, The Creator, might not care. I look around and see others who have not been through so much and I try hard not to envy them.  (A Breath) You are constant and I know this. you are fait...