The love of my life

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Somehow, with all the comedy, I forgot to tell you something!

It’s important.

There is a God who right this very minute sees you: all your hurts, all  your mistakes, and all your hopes and dreams. There is nothing about you that is unknown to him.

I was 25 when I realized God actually loved me and wanted to fill my life and my heart with good things. I said yes. I have never regretted that decision. Not once.

What I do regret are the times I try to outsmart God and do life my own way. It never ends well.

You can try to be a good person, or meditate, or be all about the environment, but those are just a small part of a much bigger picture. Without God, they hold only limited power and peace.

You need the whole enchilada.

You need Jesus. There. I said it.

He wants to free you from empty religion and be with you daily.

He wants to take away your anxiety and replace it with peace.

He wants to satisfy your insatiable desire to be loved.

He wants to place the lonely in families.

He wants to save you from eternity without him.

The decision is yours, but the answer is so obvious. What you do with the knowledge of God is the most important thing you will ever do. If you believe there just might be some credibility in the whole Jesus thing, you owe it to yourself to dig a little deeper.

You won’t regret it.

Love,
Ang

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About Angela

I'm just trying to figure this life thing out with the help of some amazing friends and a God who loves me in spite of my tendency to forget what is truly important!
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