Merry Christmas!
Is it the reality of your moment, is it the reality of longed for hope?
What is met in the inner self or between the eyes of the one you seek to find and be in the matrimony of your heart, save the grace that is afforded, known shame, but again not at One who bore it. For a cause one may suffer and die but for a friend one might lay down His life. In this next day try to understand that the freedom to obey is possible and the way of provision made and by creator hands the known yet in an unknowing what the other is thinking, doing, feeling as it is to be truly free in and of liberty.
A Blind Man? A Daredevil!?
A gift of confirmation is a fit of jealousy itself when the kid is a walking talking breathing pumping back river tutelage learning peaceable string of tassel throwing making it out of the fleshing parcels of the comic to be in our hearts.
Born Again!
Long deservedness isn't a right, God doesn’t lie nor a Son of man to drawback. This is the Fear of the Lord that is wisdom that showing mortal deadness is the food of communion that makes the fruits of reflection: from broken to healed.
From endured hope. From love and peace of Faith, for the only and everything that can be expressed in the visible of an invisible but spirited by the compassions that we all face. Day to day a laid bare that we must then transform into as renewed a mind, saved or die, and the seed in the soil is pruned and made whole by life. In giving this we know the groan of our mind, heart, soul, and strength in order to speak and to give those we have received. Love as we are loved however a disablement or be healed to love better by the spirit of Born Again.
A Father to Son or Daughter, it is the good that He will not be taken away. As sitting we listen, with ears at the ready and oh that He would then prick our heart to be satisfied of ourselves within Him and In Him who is the Christ. The Yoshua who torn a veil of marriage between us, who alone knows our tears and suffrage.
