Monday, August 20, 2012

A Memory Verse a Week for the Weak: Isaiah 45:8-10


"Open up, heavens, and rain. 


Clouds, pour out buckets of my goodness!

Loosen up, earth, and bloom salvation; 
   sprout right living. 
   I, God, generate all this.
But doom to you who fight your Maker— 
   you're a pot at odds with the potter!
Does clay talk back to the potter: 
   'What are you doing? What clumsy fingers!'
Would a sperm say to a father, 
   'Who gave you permission to use me to make a baby?'
Or a fetus to a mother, 
   'Why have you cooped me up in this belly?'"
-Isaiah 45:8-10 (MSG)

God is love,
Vanessa

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