His Love Found Me This Morning
This morning, I woke up with tears in my eyes. Not from pain… but from a strange, beautiful ache in my heart. The kind of ache you feel when something divine touches you. I couldn’t explain it at first—why my heart felt so full, why I cried before I even said a word. But then, I understood. It was Him. It was His love. Suddenly, I was flooded with memories—moments in my life where things didn’t make sense at the time. When I was lost, tired, uncertain, heartbroken, or simply numb. And yet… I made it through. Not because of my own strength, but because He never left me. I cried because I was reminded of how good God has been to me. How He’s carried me through every storm I thought would drown me. How His grace caught me every time I fell. How His love never gave up on me—even when I gave up on myself. This morning, I remembered His resurrection. And it hit me: if He could conquer death for me, what else wouldn’t He do? There’s nothing He won’t redeem. Nothing He can’t restore...