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Seeking to be comforted

definitely PMS-ing. BUT - wow, it DOES feel good to decide to feel the opposite of depressed n touchy. But it takes more than tt sometimes - really need to get back into God's presence n train myself to stay there more n more.

this is what i got from just flipping open a book tt caught my eye in my bro's room.

You're Something Special

Romans 8:39
Nothing...in the whole world will ever be able to separate us from the love of God.

We want to know how long God's love will endure.. Not just on Easter Sunday when our shoes are shined and our hair is fixed.... Not when I'm peppy and positive and ready to tackle world hunder. Not then. I know how he feels about me then. Even I like me then.

I want to know how he feels about me when I snap at anything that moves, when my thoughts are gutter-level, when my tongue is sharp enough to slice a rock. How does he feel about me then?...

Can anything separate us from the love Christ has for us?

God answered our question before we asked it. So we'd see his answer, he lit the sky with a star. So we'd hear it, he filled the night with a choir; and so we'd believe it, he did what no man had ever dreamed. He became flesh and dwelt among us.

He placed his hand on the shoulder of humanity and said, "You're something special."

-- From In the Grip of Grace by Max Lucado

Just being still means to sit and really absorb what it means when God - the Creator of the whole Universe! - says that He specially made you FOR THIS TIME and that He loves you. Dude.. when you get that, you receive that and accept it, man.. it's true,silly things like TV telling you that you're not fashionable this season, that you're fat, that you're not good enough - it won't even come close to touching you.

God, I need to hear this everyday!

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Jeannette said…
Love you Jojo.. tks for sharing that with me! I really really needed it =) -hugs-
July 25, 2007 at 8:17 AM
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