Nothing Is Impossible
It was a special Sunday. We brought the kids into first service with us. Violet is accustomed to coming in to "sing and clap" and that she does. I can't describe the joy I have in knowing she's already learning to worship.
Just as we sang, "I believe You're my healer. I believe You are all I need," I felt the emotions overtaking me. I put my hand on my son and claimed it on his behalf. The struggles he faces, the journey he's on, it's not often things are ever simple with or for him. "I believe You're my portion. I believe You're more than enough for me. Jesus, You're all I need." Just then I felt a nudge on my waist and looked down to see him looking up at me. "I love you, mom," he said. I couldn't hold back any longer. The tears flowed as I raised my hand toward the heavens as if claiming God Himself to be all I need even with what seems impossible.
"Nothing is impossible for You, nothing is impossible.
Nothing is impossible for You, You hold my world in your hands."
What feels impossible, what seems impossible, when I can't see a way around or through, it is the truth of knowing He not only holds my world in His hands, but He planned each and every day of my life. So often I claim the promises over my children, knowing God planned each day for them as He fashioned and formed them. I forget it's meant for me too! I forget that I am also the one He fashioned and formed, the one He planned and watches over.
Nothing is impossible for Him, even when I can't make sense of things, because He's already made a plan for me. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He sees us. Nothing is impossible for us because we are His which means He's already working it out for us, seeing the work He started through to completion. Nothing, no thing I face, no thing I endure, no thing no matter how big and hard, is impossible for Him.
Just as we sang, "I believe You're my healer. I believe You are all I need," I felt the emotions overtaking me. I put my hand on my son and claimed it on his behalf. The struggles he faces, the journey he's on, it's not often things are ever simple with or for him. "I believe You're my portion. I believe You're more than enough for me. Jesus, You're all I need." Just then I felt a nudge on my waist and looked down to see him looking up at me. "I love you, mom," he said. I couldn't hold back any longer. The tears flowed as I raised my hand toward the heavens as if claiming God Himself to be all I need even with what seems impossible.
"Nothing is impossible for You, nothing is impossible.
Nothing is impossible for You, You hold my world in your hands."
What feels impossible, what seems impossible, when I can't see a way around or through, it is the truth of knowing He not only holds my world in His hands, but He planned each and every day of my life. So often I claim the promises over my children, knowing God planned each day for them as He fashioned and formed them. I forget it's meant for me too! I forget that I am also the one He fashioned and formed, the one He planned and watches over.
Nothing is impossible for Him, even when I can't make sense of things, because He's already made a plan for me. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He sees us. Nothing is impossible for us because we are His which means He's already working it out for us, seeing the work He started through to completion. Nothing, no thing I face, no thing I endure, no thing no matter how big and hard, is impossible for Him.
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