Kicking and screaming, I had my own idea of what I wanted to do. I had my own plans to seek out to accomplish. God’s will was getting in my way.
I was blind, sick, hungry, and poor. He did everything, it was not of me. I can not turn on a light when I do not even know that I am in darkness. My mind was awakened to my depravity. He is everything, everything to me.
I gave him my plans for his. This is not a relationship to fit into pop-culture. This is not a religion to make myself look good. I give him that, my acceptance and my image.
“A civil war. A rebellion, and that we are living in a part of the universe occupied by the rebel. Enemy occupied territory, that is what this world is. Christianity is the story of how the rightful king…
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