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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Talk to me, Abba.


Just when you think no one notices, Jesus will whisper, "I value you. I see you. You are not alone." In weariness, I softly say, "Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy." It is Christ who brings the healing. It is Christ who sings over us. The grace of Christ renders us undone. It renders us whole. When we step out of that, we see our true selves. We remember that even what we give to Him has come from His own hand. We are desperate like a deer panting for the water. 

Sustain me, Lord. 

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