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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Oh God, I've forgotten how wonderful Your presence is. Why don't I feel You anymore?
I really want to feel You, God. Where are You?
I have been so caught up with the big and little things that I forget the simplicity of loving You.
My first love.
I love You, God.
I really miss You, God.
I have missed what really mattered-- Loving You.
I really messed up. I've also forgotten that You could do it all.
Just like Ruth Fatimah prayed for the dead child with skull split open, brought to her by a young woman, "God, she has come, not for me, but for You. She has come believing You can do, she has come trusting in You, Father. You have to do what You promised. Your child believes in You, though she does not know You, God."
"The test is not whether we know Him, but do we really know inside of our hearts that He is really God?
When we say that there is nothing impossible with Him, do we really believe it with all that we are?
Because there is a world out there, especially India, my cry to God. India for Jesus, Jesus for India."
Why am I so afraid to obey You? To hear Your voice?
I love You, God. I've forgotten how much You can do.
I'm really sorry I've been such a wreck. I need You, God.
Please take this messed up life.
I'm sorry that I don't have anything better to offer.
But Lord, please, I need You again.
Awaken my heart to love You with all I am again.
I want to let You know,
I love You, Lord.
I'm sorry.
I want Africa for Jesus, Jesus for Africa.
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Eveline pops at |8:51 PM|
Captivate my heart, dear Jesus
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Oh God, I've forgotten how wonderful Your presence is. Why don't I feel You anymore?
I really want to feel You, God. Where are You?
I have been so caught up with the big and little things that I forget the simplicity of loving You.
My first love.
I love You, God.
I really miss You, God.
I have missed what really mattered-- Loving You.
I really messed up. I've also forgotten that You could do it all.
Just like Ruth Fatimah prayed for the dead child with skull split open, brought to her by a young woman, "God, she has come, not for me, but for You. She has come believing You can do, she has come trusting in You, Father. You have to do what You promised. Your child believes in You, though she does not know You, God."
"The test is not whether we know Him, but do we really know inside of our hearts that He is really God?
When we say that there is nothing impossible with Him, do we really believe it with all that we are?
Because there is a world out there, especially India, my cry to God. India for Jesus, Jesus for India."
Why am I so afraid to obey You? To hear Your voice?
I love You, God. I've forgotten how much You can do.
I'm really sorry I've been such a wreck. I need You, God.
Please take this messed up life.
I'm sorry that I don't have anything better to offer.
But Lord, please, I need You again.
Awaken my heart to love You with all I am again.
I want to let You know,
I love You, Lord.
I'm sorry.
I want Africa for Jesus, Jesus for Africa.
Eveline pops at |8:51 PM|