After a weekend of mourning, waiting and celebrating, I wonder. How do I begin this week with so much to remember about His love for me?
I realize that whatever happens in this life is never wasted. Even when the Son of God walked on this earth, the deception, rejection, torture and death He faced was purposeful when placed in God's hands. Not only did He rise from the dead, but He changed lives forever!
A new song says, "It's from the deepest wounds that that beauty finds a place to bloom and you will see, before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again..."
May all I face on my journey Home be placed in the hands of the One Who wastes nothing. May I surrender the blessings and burdens, the waiting and wondering, the rejoicing and rejection of this life to Him. For only He can use my simple life for His glory, His honor and His praise. Thank You, God, for wasting...nothing. ♥~thl
I realize that whatever happens in this life is never wasted. Even when the Son of God walked on this earth, the deception, rejection, torture and death He faced was purposeful when placed in God's hands. Not only did He rise from the dead, but He changed lives forever!
A new song says, "It's from the deepest wounds that that beauty finds a place to bloom and you will see, before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again..."
May all I face on my journey Home be placed in the hands of the One Who wastes nothing. May I surrender the blessings and burdens, the waiting and wondering, the rejoicing and rejection of this life to Him. For only He can use my simple life for His glory, His honor and His praise. Thank You, God, for wasting...nothing. ♥~thl
“Nothing is Wasted” by Jason Gray
The hurt that broke your heart and left you trembling in the dark, feeling lost and alone, will tell you hope's a lie. But what if every tear you cry will seed the ground where joy will grow?
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
It's from the deepest wounds that beauty finds a place to bloom. And you will see before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
(Bridge)
When hope is more than you can bear and it's too hard to believe it could be true.
And your strength fails you halfway there, you can lean on me and I'll believe for you.
And in time you will believe it too.
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. Sometimes we are waiting in sorrow we have tasted. But joy will replace it. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
The hurt that broke your heart and left you trembling in the dark, feeling lost and alone, will tell you hope's a lie. But what if every tear you cry will seed the ground where joy will grow?
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
It's from the deepest wounds that beauty finds a place to bloom. And you will see before the end, that every broken piece is gathered in the heart of Jesus. And what's lost will be found again
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
(Bridge)
When hope is more than you can bear and it's too hard to believe it could be true.
And your strength fails you halfway there, you can lean on me and I'll believe for you.
And in time you will believe it too.
(chorus)
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is wasted. Sometimes we are waiting in sorrow we have tasted. But joy will replace it. Nothing is wasted. In the hands of our Redeemer, nothing is wasted.
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