Ha, the real world, that television show doesn't know what it's like out there...it's a dark place, too much to do, too little time to do it. All these people judging you on first glance or first voice, whatever happened to open mindedness, whatever happened to face to face interaction...why does the laundry need to be done at least once a week? All these things, too many to answer, too many to think about. Why God do I let all these things invade my mind...why do I let the bad parts get to me at points, I know my redeemer lives and I know that the important stuff is taken care of, the people that love me are out there, the people that know me know my faults and love me still and think I'm an okay person. so, why do we let strangers get us down? Good question...God what is your answer.
John 15:19- If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.
John 16:33-"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Thank you Jesus
Not that I have experienced 1/10 the world's hate as most Christians, but those little things sometimes get to you when you are tired, unsure, the guard is down, the future is uncertain, the thoughts start to roam. Lord, take my thoughts, take them captive. May they be centered on you; uplifting and glorifying to you. May my focus be on you and not me, may I just rest in your arms and know it will all work out. I will end up where you will have me. I will be surrounded by people I love and who love me...maybe not in this world, but soon enough; for eternity we will enjoy worshiping you together,
"How Deep (how sweet) the Father's love for us"
o how deep the saviors love for us, how vast beyond all measure, that he should give his only son, to make a wretch his treasure
how great the pain of searing loss, the Father turns his face away, as wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory
behold the man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders, ashamed i hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers
it was my sin that held him there, until it was accomplished, his dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything, no gifts no power no wisdom, but I will boast in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection
why should I gain from his reward I cannot give an answer, but this I know with all my heart, his wounds have paid my ransom
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