Good morning, Papa God!
Who is like You, my Lord and my God, glorious in holiness, fearful and awesome in praises, doing marvelous and great wonders? When I think of all the works Your hands have done and that You did not spare Your Son but sent Him to die for me, I cry “Holy! Holy! Holy! is the Lord God Almighty.” O my soul, why do you, at times, despair within me? I hope in You, my God, for I will again praise You. My help comes from Your Presence in my life. O my soul, march on in strength! I am more than a conqueror through Jesus who loved me and gave Himself for me. I am an overcomer by the blood of the Lamb. Yes, I am! I am Your child, Papa God, bought with a price and ransomed back by the blood of Jesus. I give You all my thanks and all my praise for all You have done for me. Where would I be without Your love and mercy and grace in my life? I know where I would be – forever lost from Your Presence and without hope. But now, because of Jesus Christ, I am Your child, forever saved from sin and hell, by Your grace and mercy. There are not enough words by which I can express my gratitude. You keep me! You hold me! You secure me to Yourself forever! You love me to the depths of Yourself, beyond what I can even understand. I rest in Your Presence. I have a story to tell – how You redeemed me from the hand of the enemy (Satan). From the beginning, You had me in mind. You created me and planned me out to the tiniest details, and You have loved me forever. This is my story – how You loved me, rescued me from the jaws of sin and hell, redeemed me and set my feet on the high places of a new life in Christ. Thank You for my story. Lord, when I consider what Your story is, mine seems so small. Thank You that You chose me to be a part of Your story. It is too wonderful to comprehend … that You have chosen me to tell Your story – Your great love. May I learn to see my story as You do: significant, beautiful, and worthy … but only because of what You did for me. That’s the real story … how You saved me, changed me, cleaned me up, set my feet on higher ground. I will forever lift my hands and voice in praise.
Good morning, My beautiful child!
My Words are the same and unchanging so I repeat them – “How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, and say to others “your God reigns.” Yes, you are beautiful when you tell your story. You need to understand and realize how important it is that you tell your story. There is no other story just like yours. Your story, of how I have saved you and worked within your life, matters. Your path crosses other lives that no one else can reach for Jesus except you. Yes, your life, your story of My great works and wonders in you, matters. Preach Jesus in season and out to whomever the Spirit leads you. Time is short, My child. Make the most of the time you have, redeeming your time wisely. Walk with Me. Keep walking in love, and give what you have to give – your story of how I love and save and redeem those who call upon the name of the Lord Jesus. You are doing better than you think – at least from My point of view. Have you had a good look at those spiritual muscles lately? I have! They are looking very strong! Keep walking in My strength and power.
(Judges 5:21;Exo.15:11; Rom.8:37; Psa.42:5; 2 Tim.4:2; Psa.107:2; Isa.52:7; Eph.5:16)
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