...and stitching together the loose ends of life.
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Monday, August 4, 2008
Socked
Phillip was home this weekend to be in a wedding, but we didn't get home from the beach in time to attend. Phillip has been friends with the groom since they were both five years old. Although we couldn't be there, thankfully the groom's mother made sure that Phillip was pressed and spit-shined. Except for one thing. She failed to check his socks. Phillip assured me that they didn't show, however.
That I am not my own, but belong – body and soul, in life and in death – to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with His precious blood and has set me free from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to Him, Christ, by His Holy Spirit, assures me of eternal life, and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for Him.
1 comment:
Yep, that's my brother for you.
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