This evening I don't want t to start off with a scripture I want to give my father praise. As long as I have a tongue to confess, a hand to clap, a dance to move too, and fingers to type with I will acknowledge him in all that I do. I love to meditate on Gods words but I want to give a testimony to the blessings God has done in my life. I want to give a testimony to the things the lord is continuing to do FOR HE IS WORTHY. I am a busy women we all are busy people. I love God at times I feel forced to live in this world. God knows my heart in it lies in the secret place my father resides. I have come this far by faith and not by sight. I have been transformed from a person who used to believe in only what I could see. To a person that walks in a bright light in which only my heavenly father can guide me. 1 peter2:9 states we are a peculiar people praises be to those who lift up holy hands and are not afraid to trust in him. I did not say that sometimes I not afraid. I wouldn't be human if I did not feel afraid at times. Bless the day that the lord chose me from the womb to be his. I am confident that the lord knows us before we know ourselves. We are a chosen generation a royal priest hood. Every morning I get in my car and I have a little talk with Jesus tell him all about what he has brought me too. Most of all I give him praise for what he has brought me from. Praise his blessed name. I give God praise for saving a wretch like me. Even my best is like filthy rags. I pray that when my lord and savior comes back I will sit at the right hand of him. I pray that all Gods children will sit at the right hand of him. I don't want a robe or crown I just want the love of Jesus! E.E