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Peace.




"I am leaving you a gift--peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don't be troubled or afraid." John 14:27

I want to talk about peace. The Holy Spirit has been working on my heart and last night I came to a decision. I'm not going to say what, as that's between God and me. But, I'm finally starting to feel at peace. Real peace. Something I haven't felt in a very long time.

& I love how God has not given up on me and how much He must love me.

My heart is filled with peace and with song!

I can't really express it. & I'm usually so good at expressing myself.

But, I do know I'm on a new journey, I have THE leader,THE Shepard to guide me and a few amazing people He has put in my life. I am blessed beyond belief. & am so happy to be going into the Holiday of Peace and Love.

I need to get out my old Bible and start reading it again. I know a lot of it is highlighted with verses I love from when I was in high school.

I kinda want to do Bible Studies again, but don't even know where to go.

Well, that's what I got to say today.

My love,
Katie

PS. This song is on my heart and mind today.





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