Good Morning Beautiful People… He Calls You Beautiful! Do You Believe?


He Calls You Beautiful! Do You Believe?

Good morning beautiful people, good morning. God has uniquely made each one of us. We read so many passages in the Bible that tells us that.

Genesis 1:27   So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

Psalm 139:13-16 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful; I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.  

God will even re-make,re-shape and re-mold lives that have been through brokenness. My latest book Secret Shame is a memoir of just that. I pray you take time to read it. There is nothing that God can’t make beautiful.

Let’s Pray:

Father, thank you for making all things beautiful in your time. Thank you for bringing beauty out of ashes. Thank you for the life you have given each and every one of us.

Together, all across this globe today, we join our faith for all people in which you created. Mankind was made in your image. May the people know how beautiful they truly are. No one has to compare themselves to anyone, just be who you created them to be-unique.

Father, lifter of heads, we speak peace to troubled minds and hearts today. Your Word says weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5) Morning has arrived and we will enjoy the day we have been given.

All across this globe today, may the beauty of the day abound. He calls you beautiful. Yes You! Believe…

Ashes No More by: Angel L. Murchison

Jesus, Lover of My Soul, Creator of my image, Lifter of my head

My name is Beautiful.

Woman, pure holy undefiled. Sanctified, set apart, Journeying with Jesus.

A path narrow and straight, Ashes no more. 

Trusting her master-her maker, The lover of her soul.

Skipping on the journey with childlike faith, Believing her Father knows what’s best. 

The morning dew, the night’s crisp air, Reminds her of the kisses from above.  

Jesus, the ultimate man, The lover of her soul.  

Beautiful, a receiver of His glory, Ashes No More.

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