Looking back over my life, I've always felt like I was being held......
surrounded by Something that as a little girl I couldn't explain.
Recently, I was going through some old files and came across this poem that I wrote when I was 12 years old that had been completely forgotten about.....
at least by me.
That "Something" that couldn't be understood as a young child was actually Some ONE.....
it was our precious Jesus!
I’m sure that all of you have heard,
The softly singing of a bird.
And saw it fly through the air,
Without a sigh, without a care.
We see the green laden trees,
As they sway in the breeze.
We hear the water as it flows,
On, and on, and on it goes.
Who made the things we see and hear?
The One above who is so dear.
God made the things that we see.
He made them for you,
He made them for me.
Debbie Wiles Huffaker
July 5, 1967
( Read the article written by Erin Leigh by clicking here
and see just how us girls are mighty warriors because of HIM)
Breathing in (and being held by) Grace,