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Yikes!

Reading my last post made even me depressed. But, folks, even I can get down. And I am one that expresses myself best on "paper." There are some of you who are actors. And others write poetry and yet others can simply say what they are feeling. I usually think of my best lines long after the conversation is done. And then I usually want to kick myself for not saying the "cool" line. You know, like in the movies.
Last night was a crazy night. Full of all sorts of feelings and emotions. Sorry that you all had to be exposed to it too. I guess that if I am feeling like that then maybe some of you have felt that way too. I am a pretty private person and to expose myself as such made me feel very vulnerable. I guess it's okay to be vulnerable at times.
But God continues to love me through these crazy years...ever so patiently. So glad that "He who began a good work in me, will be faithful to complete it." I am a work in progress. I have not arrived yet....not even close. But I am thankful for His love for me and thankful for His grace...and it all comes without strings attached. No matter how much you or I mess up, He loves us. And His love cannot be taken away because He has been offended. He does not take His love away because expectations have not been met. He just...loves. I am continuously amazed at His love. "For NOTHING can separate us from the love of God..." - Nothing. How cool is that? It is an unconditional love. Pretty amazing! But then again, He IS amazing!
Lord, I want to shout it from the roof tops...even if the neighbors think I am crazy. I want the world to know how wonderful and loving you are. I want You to know that I love You with all of my heart, my mind, my soul and my strength.
Thank You for loving ALL of me...

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