Safe in Papa’s Arms



That moment…

when you realize that you are oh so little in a great big world and you are all alone.

Then you see your Papa.  You run to Him and He scoops you up in His arms and you

are SURE you will never let go again.

In January 2009, I was that “little girl” and while I knew that my Papa had to be nearby, I desperately needed to find Him and FAST.  Through a series of events, I found myself looking for him at a place called International House of Prayer.  I longed for His presence, to be swooped up like a child in His embrace.  I needed to know that He was there for me.

What I found that day was His healing touch strike through my body fiery hot.  A surge of heat flowed from the top of my head all the way down through my feet.  I knew without a doubt in that instant I was being healed.  It was the most peaceful, rich experience of my life and as the tears trickled down my cheeks, I sang along, “You’ve taken my pain, called me by a new name. You’ve taken my shame, and its place, you give me joy.  You take my mourning and turn it into dancing.  You take my weeping and turn it into laughing.  You take my mourning and turn it into dancing.  You take my sadness and turn it into joy.  You bring restoration…to my soul.  Hallelujah, you make all things new!”  You can listen to this beautiful song HERE.


to be continued….


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