we could write till the ink runs dry.

by e

I think there is no need to censor too much today. We should all be honest, because our daddyGod listens, He listens intently to His children.

DaddyGod I could ramble till the day is done and write till the ink runs dry, but I can never ever exhaust your love for me.

I could fall and fall all over again, but stumbling cannot pull me away from you. Your grace catches me, and keeps on holding on even when I let go.

What shall I say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for me, who can ever be against me? Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for me, won’t he also give me everything else?

Who dares accuse me whom God has chosen for his own? No one—for God himself has given me right standing with himself.

Who then will condemn me? No one—for Christ Jesus died for me and was raised to life for me, and he is sitting in the place of honor at God’s right hand, pleading for me.

Can anything ever separate me from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves me if I have trouble or calamity, or when I am persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?

No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved (still loves) me.
(Roms 8:31-37, paraphrased)