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When I try to relate the LOVE that our GOD has for all
of humanity.... sorry, I come up short!  HE is more than
any of us will be able to relate.... Even through out all
eternity, we will be getting to know HIM more and more!
What a GOOD GOD!

He Always Loved Her The loving man in the neighborhood remembers the day she was born into the world. He heard just how happy her parents were that day, that week, that year! He didn’t know her parents as friends but they had friends that knew him and they would let him know what was happening in their lives. The years passed by and he would see the girl occasionally as his friends would have special events and he was invited to attend at their home, birthdays, holidays, memorials when one in their neighbors had died. But, the little girl’s parents would be too busy with work, family and fun to get too close to him. She would walk by his house with her friends and he would see her smile or giggle, how she would wrinkle her nose when she laughed. Her hair was fixed in sweet pigtails, oh he thought if only she would speak to me but, maybe one day. He had known her from a distance that would have to be the way it was for now. Then he remembered the day she got very ill. Her family and friends called to him to see if there was something that he could do or know someone who could help in any way? But in some respects, there was not too much he could do since he wasn’t invited to their home and family as they seemed to be kind of suspicious of him. But, one day, when she was almost at the point of death, her family called him to come right over to help them and her. “I will be right there”, he said. As they opened their front door to him, they opened their hearts as well. He came right in and she opened her pretty blue eyes but was not able to speak but in her heart she reached out her hands to him and then, his heart began to race and as you might be aware, “I am her CREATOR, I have always known her from afar, not more than an arm’s length but now she will know ME and the love that I have for her. I laid MY hand upon her fevered brow, and she was healed in an instant! She let me put MY arms of love around her and I held her for awhile….. after all, I am her GOD; I’ve known her all of her short little life! Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings July 4, 2017

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