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whose is the voice that whispers
amidst the chaos of the moment?
whose is the silent shadow
of which we see the effects
but know not the face?
whose is the fragrance of grace and mercy
intoxicating our lives,
the aroma to which we become so immune?
that voice, that shadow, that fragrance---
it is He.
He who knows your name and your deepest thoughts
He who cares when you're frustrated,
and hurts when you're self-focused
He who--knowing you hated Him--chose you to be his little girl.
more than anything,
Satan and his servants want to convince you that you are a failure,
that you have fallen too far, too deep
and that the only way to get back on your feet is to do it yourself
but it's a lie.
rejoice, dear one.
rejoice that you have realized your need for our precious Savior.
He knows you are weak, but He is Strength for you
He knows when you sin, but He is Perfection for you.
what does He desire of you, little one?
to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with Him
to put Him above all other thoughts and deeds
because when you are close to Him
the lusts of the world will lose their brilliance
trading appeal in for tarnish,
but that in which your hope is secure
our precious Jesus
will
never
fade.