tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65770198313187746052011-08-02T19:20:54.628-07:00True Tales from the front linesjessicanoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577019831318774605.post-76131879476922009622011-05-18T22:33:00.001-07:002011-05-18T22:33:51.299-07:00How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure!
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away.
As wounds that mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross--
My sin upon His shoulders!
Ashamed to hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577019831318774605.post-22712815483856750532010-02-23T11:18:00.000-08:002010-02-23T11:20:26.608-08:00
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre ofjessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577019831318774605.post-85538971918262665282010-02-14T20:45:00.000-08:002010-02-14T20:59:56.682-08:00If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577019831318774605.post-48130795032731611942010-02-11T21:10:00.001-08:002010-02-12T18:58:24.241-08:00One Saturday morning, having gotten to the clinic later than usual, I found myself one of only a few pro-lifers praying at the clinic when two girls pulled up and parked. On this morning it was particularly cold and neither of the girls were wearing heavy jackets or winter clothing. They were hesitant to stop to speak to me as they were rushing into the warmth of the building. Ultimately they jessicanoreply@blogger.com0