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A Love Letter to God #2
Oh, Sovereign Lord! How You Love me, I can barely even contain it! My heart feels like it’s about to burst at the copious amounts of Your tender Love and Adoration that You pour out on me. Teaching me to see myself as You See me: not as who I think I am, but as who You have made me to be. I marvel at Your Choice to See me as Your innocent child, despite my life being the one of a sinner’s. What Grace, what Mercy! No language on earth or in all the heavens could sufficiently describe all the details and extent of Your Greatness, oh Lord. How…
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The Death of a Child
I have attempted suicide once. Not even all that long ago, May 5th 2019. The date has seared itself into my brain. Life had spiraled out of my control, I saw no more tomorrow, my reason to live had disappeared and my hope for the future was all but gone. And I am but one of many who have gotten lost so deeply in the darkness that they knew only one last way out. It pains us humans to see someone take their life. Even the suicide of a complete stranger fills our heart with sadness, and we can’t help but wonder what hurt must have driven them to make…
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Invisible Supernatural Bodyguards
Tonight I went to a new weekly meetup organized by my church community. There I met a kind, shy girl named Anne. We ended up chatting some more after the meetup until fairly late, being almost the last to leave by past 10 p.m. As we exited the building, we noticed a group of hooligans coming up our alleyway. Two young men, seemingly immigrants, who were clearly drunk and were hollering around rather loudly. This triggered Anne’s social anxiety rather badly and she was noticeably starting to panic. I, on the other hand, was almost unusually calm. Without a second thought I offered to accompany her to her bike, which…
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„Deine Tränen sind kostbar für Mich.“
Er zeigt mir ein Aufbewahrungsglas. Eine ganze Sammlung davon. Manche voller, manche nicht so voll. In jedem davon Tränen; wie funkelnde, flüssige Diamanten. Jedes davon beschriftet. Er berührt die Träne, die mir die Wange herunter rollt. Und ich weiß, diese Träne ist nicht verloren. Diese Träne war nicht umsonst. Er sieht sie. Er sammelt sie. Jede einzelne. Unsere Tränen sind kostbar für Ihn.
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A Free VIP Ticket to the Father’s Heart
Today, I was out late at a restaurant with coworkers following our company’s autumn event. When I finally excused myself from the dinner table (where the Lord had blessed me with an outstanding venison dish), I still had to walk around half a mile back to my car. Naturally, I used the solitude of the late of night to converse with the Lord on my way back to the car. Somehow, we eventually arrived at the topic of communion, which has been something the Lord had allowed me to experience more frequently in the past couple of weeks. I want to clarify here that the kind of “communion” I am…
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Ein unerwartetes Heilungswunder
Wie es so gestern im Fitnessstudio passiert ist (und koordinationsschwach wie ich bin), habe ich mich versehentlich verletzt, indem ich von einer Yoga-Maschine abgerutscht und mit dem linken Knie auf eine nur dünn gepolsterte Metallrolle gekracht bin - aua. So viel aua, dass ich heute mit einem leichten Humpeln herumlaufen musste, damit der Schmerz nicht ständig aufflammt. Dem Gefühl nach würde sich das in den nächsten paar Tagen sicherlich in einen fetten blauen Fleck verwandeln. Also hatten nun vor allem die Treppen in der Arbeit sich zu meinem Erzfeind des Tages entwickelt. Natürlich habe ich den Anlass sofort dazu missbraucht, um mich bei Gott darüber zu beklagen, wie es dieser Schmerz...
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Devotional: Ruth & Mary
I was on the bus heading to downtown Salzburg for our church’s weekly youth group bible study meetup, when I suddenly and out of nowhere started thinking about Ruth and Mary (the Mary). Two women with undeniably significant, if not monumental biblical importance, who ended up playing major, even historical roles in the very lineage of Christ Jesus Himself. And in my old nature’s still persistent, almost obsessive desire to be ‘special’ for God—perhaps even just as famous as these two women—I thought to myself, “Wow, what did they do to be bestowed such a great calling on?” As if they had ‘earned’ it. Surely they must have done something…
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A Love Letter to God #1
I never knew what an amazing, fulfilling experience prayer can be. It baffles me, stumps me just how kind He is to me. He never makes me wait for Him, I never need to wait for Him to finally show up. As soon as I call for Him, invite Him here, He is already there, ready to envelop me in His Loving Presence. However much attention I sacrifice to Him, as much of His Nearness I receive in return. We both know: the only thing limiting me from experiencing His Overwhelming Presence at all times is myself, for He gives Himself in Full; every moment, every breath. Who am I…
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