Praise and glory be to G!D
How many ways can I praise You in? G!D is good, G!D is good O taste and see. Blessed are those who seek Him, and take refuge in Himmaster
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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam)
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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
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'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<a href="five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
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<a href="five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
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more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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Dear Diary
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Dear Diary,
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How are you? May peace be with you
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in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
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<p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
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<i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
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to carry / The sound of the trees
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Am I so vulnerable
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<br/><br/>
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<i>from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
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in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
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me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
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the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
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about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
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and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and
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flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
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(Christ).' (from Scriptures)
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<br/><br/>
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Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
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deceiving
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and
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tempting? Are you?
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They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
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disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
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<p>from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake
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of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the
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son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it
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from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh.
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He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for
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you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness.
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(as has been recorded in Scriptures)
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<p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
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resting place after his work of the Creation.
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<p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
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<strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
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Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
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for confessors!
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<p>G!d sent four former high school
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<p><i>from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er...
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form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still
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laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^
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>.<
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G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening.
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When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the
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words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in
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the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
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Scripture says that you ought to
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say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will
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live and also do this or that,' instead
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of boasting that tomorrow you will
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go to this or that city, live there for
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a few years and make a profit. This is a
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reminder from G!d to me about my limits
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and capabilities.
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<p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
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book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
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you in his [or His]
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plan as he [or He] sees fit.
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I received many blessings from the Father
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today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
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to die, earlier.
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<p>G!d is telling me that there is more
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to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
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The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a
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light unto thy feet.
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<strike>(Psalms</strike>
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The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
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publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
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of wanderers and ex-slaves.
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They call for bed-time / <br/>
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On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
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What a silent moon!
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From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
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how patient Lord is!
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