So off I went, got myself a Lamy fountain pen and I started writing... I haven't stopped since.
I have failed my Beloved, Maybe even more since the day I committed myself to Him than before He put a ring on my finger. I am Gomer. I am a Christian, a pew-warmer, a Bible-reading, Jesus-preaching Gomer. I am unfaithful to God, I try to love Him in purity, but I fail.
His plan for your day and what you need to do are intertwined, overlap and dance around each other with every step you take.
But the cliffs feel them pounding, pounding relentlessly.
Yes I love a mighty God, why? It is so simple, yet it is the truth that has brought about this huge change in me, I love Him because He loves me. Oh my soul, sing!
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His comfort and understanding crushes over you like a wave. His advice flows like a gentle stream into your mind, refreshing you, giving you hope. It’s like a torrent river dragging you with, into motion to pursue the ultimate. His Grace is like the ocean drowning you until you die to yourself and feel alive for the very first time.
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