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23.4.08

You know what has impacted me about the friends at church?
It's that we acknowledge how sinful our lives are, yet every Sunday we come back to Him and we understand fully that God loves us no matter what, and that we are SAVED.
To be saved from sin takes so much.
So much that Jesus died for us on the cross.
To be whipped on the back with fish hooks, to carry the cross on His back, to be hung on it with nails driven through guiltless hands...
Oh praise You... I'm super overwhelmed by His love for me.
All He wants is full surrender from us: To take up our own cross and follow Him.
This Jesus, the One the world hates, not the One the world wants to date.

This morning I doodled in Kelvin's notebook.
And I quoted sentences, because Kelvin wanted me to do so.
So I wrote:

"Lord? How much do you love me?"
"This much."
And He spread out both His arms and died.

I read that on a bookmark.
And it's beautiful, really.
My Spirit is so hungry for more of Him now and my heart is heavy because of what Christ did on the cross.
To me, this is true joy.
To cry because of Love, Love that no one, not even Satan, can take away from me.
This poem that all of us know is dedicated to the friend who calls me "Poultry Friend". Footprints In The Sand, by Mary Stevenson.
Footprints In The Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.


This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.


So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"


The Lord replied,
"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I will never leave you.
The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."

Mary Stevenson