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Made for More

"You are made for so much more than all of this
You're beautiful! You're beautiful!
You are treasured you are sacred you are His!"
                            ~lyrics from Mercy Me's, Beautiful

This song fills me up. It reminds me. It frees me. I AM more than what is hurting me.



Remember..."You are treasured, you are sacred...You are HIS!"

When the above video finished the featured suggestion was a song by Tenth Avenue North called You Are More. They also sing a song called, By My Side that I just LOVE! Anyway, the song is beautiful and another reminder that that we all have worth and are made for something more than this life and what happens to us in it.



One of the comments on the song broke my heart and made me thankful that God has a plan for each of us; this girl's plan and purpose are still unfolding:

Thank you for making this Video! It Saved my life, I was going to kill myself, I went to church adn it was going to be my last time, My youth pastor showed this video and I walked out of the room, My youth pastor followed me and we talked about how I am more, it changed my mind! There are people out there everyday that are hurting and if you are one of them, you are not alone! God knows your heart he see who you are and better yet he forgives you no matter what! You are more then you past!

There is always hope. Believe that! See that you were made for more than this moment...this life! Seek your Father's arms and His love will fill you and keep you always. Reach out to those around you and be reminded of all you are and have to offer. There is so much to be said for human connection. The physical touch or knowing that someone "gets" you makes a difference. Never underestimate the small gestures, the opportunities to share your journey, your gifts, or to lend a hand to someone in need. It may be the one thing that makes all the difference to someone searching for a reason to keep moving forward.

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