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Wow, it has been a while since I've blogged (other than my gifts list)- and, to be honest I wasn't sure if I'd blog again.  I've been putting up walls in so many areas of my life.  Letting hurts control me...not wanting to let anyone in to this broken soul of mine.  But, tonight I realized that the walls aren't protecting me - their just hurting me...and probably, hurting others.  So here I am.  I'm ready to stop protecting myself and start being myself again.  The thickest wall I've built has been between God and I - but luckily he sees right through the bricks I lay.  He loves me - bricks and all.  He is longing for me to accept His love.  He isn't witholding His love until I  read 15 chapters of scripture a day or spend hours in an uninterrupted prayer closet (though I'm sure He longs for me to long for Him).  He just keeps loving me, and keeps pouring out blessing after blessing.  His unconditional love is something that I will spend my lifetime trying to grasp - at times fully accepting it, at times running from it, and probably at times just ignoring it.  But, He and His love are forever constant.It's funny - I've read 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 countless times, and I've never read it with His love towards me in mind.  But this evening it is those very verses that He is whispering to my soul - and perhaps He's longing to whisper them to your soul as well?

 "4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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  1. MeredithAugust 13, 2012 at 9:23 AM

    *hugs*
    I love you!
    I can't wait to see you on Friday!!! We are still on, right??

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