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Be Loved

Is this life but a dream? Is it a shadow of manifestations yet to come? The more I reach for You God, the more real my innermost dreams become. Each sweet piece of life's fruit becomes more delicious. Walking through my desired bed of roses, each thorn that pricks me drains the sickening poison out... a poison that was injected into me by an unbelieving society... many of Your children included. If they knew the truth of my life in You, ups and downs included... they would not be so sad or spit out their venom. They would know that each pain of their broken hearts and minds are in the divine hands of God. God often allows Satan to interfere, but only for a moment. To do this in order to strengthen us in the weaker areas of our lives! Perhaps like a mama lion teaches her cubs to hunt by playing with their food before killing it? During those lessons the cubs become skilled and very strong... later only fools would dare mess with them. Chosen reality? Imagined reality? The way we choose to look at things? The way we dream of how things ought to be? My reality is how I choose to look at it. I reach, I seek, I find and shall find God's love and will for my life... Which is and what will be something far greater, more beautiful than what dreams are made of. "Beloved," He says, "I wish above ALL things that you should prosper and be in health, even as your soul prospers." So be it! Remember this - reach, seek ALL those truly blessed things of life in Christ.

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