No matter how many times I give in, fall over and dust myself off, have another go, fail, fall, dust off, repeat try AGAIN, Give in AGAIN but a bit later than last time, try again ...
No matter how many times I believe lies then repent . . .
No matter WHAT, He loves me. The cross isn't just an illustration of divine love, but the basis of it. Perfect love casts out fear on the final day. I have crossed the line form darkness into light. Anything that happens to me now is for my good, transforming me into the likeness of Christ.
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PS am mostly listening to 'In the Light' by DC talk. Old and cheesey, possibly, but still relevant.
This only serves to confirm my suspicion ...
thats all good mate!
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