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Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed                            in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt                        to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed.
Many things that we have already learned are no longer fresh,                    and yield much-to-be-desired for a fulfilling life.

I must say that when I chose Him to be the one in whom
I would chose to put my faith, I did not discover him through
study or research. Nor yet was it a religion that I submitted to,                               but rather a relationship to which I was drawn. It was face-value                            acceptance and His words that both arrested and captured me.

This then is my feeble attempt at communicating                                            the present freshness that I am finding in Jesus Christ.
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He's busy, but never harassed or hurried.
He is more gracious than I ever realized;
More forgiving than I ever understood;
More merciful than anyone can imagine.

He doesn’t mind washing the feet of his followers.
He delights in serving, not taking from, his disciples;                                                                     He's so practical that he likes fixing their breakfast.
Sometimes, he answers before we even ask the question.
He's more patient with me than I am with myself. He
gives me more of everything when I have nothing left.

He weeps with the weepers and reveals himself to the seekers.
He gets amazed with our faith, and races to our rescue.
He marvels at our doubts, and loves us no less.
He sleeps in storms and awakes when we call him.
He loves to bring peace and security to me.

He commands everything to be still in me.
He offers love to me and takes away the fear.
He gives me calm and poise, wiping away every tear.                                                                   He causes me to clearly see, and quiets the storms at sea.                                                                          
He calls men and women to forsake all and follow him.
He demands first place in our hearts. Who does this!!!?

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