I pray they have unending joy. I pray their hearts and minds swell with the incomprehensible love that Jesus gives to them. I pray they have unspeakable peace. I pray they are never disappointed in the One who is incapable of disappointing.
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Giving it to Him is choosing to drop the death-box and deciding to be raised to life with Him.
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Today, I wouldn’t want her here in place of where she is because tough stuff has happened and it would cause her more pain. Hurts have been personal and deep. Her heart would have been broken more than once.
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I know too much about the past to want to stay there.
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Go listen. Go share.
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Such a simple thing. A simple wave.
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The ocean waves push and pull, rhythmically rocking my ears and eyes. They lull me into drowsiness.
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How did my infant son become a grown man? Where did time go?
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But they were insistent, with loud voices asking that He be crucified. And their voices began to prevail. Luke 23:23 (NASB) The noise was deafening. Evil chanting for blood. Wickedness waiting to devour the unblemished Lamb. The purity was too much for such depravity. It revealed too much of their sin, so the solution seemed to be death. Do away with Him who was Light on their darkness. To darkness they sent Him. Flesh splitting nails into splintered wood. Gush of blood and water. Raised up for all to see the spectacle of dripping life. Great drops of life from…
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Can I change my choices so that I am living with eternity in mind?