Freedom. Confidence. Boldness.
In His arms we find tenderness and mercy, abounding grace and steadfast love, a Father who has a plan for us and holds us tightly in truth and has set boundary lines in beautiful places. We cry, "Abba, Father... hold me, catch me, I can't do this alone ... I'm yours, I need you, I love you, I'm scared." And it's His favorite thing to hear. So I don't know where you're running this morning, but I know Jesus is wanting you to run to Him and I know you won't regret it. 💕