Dear God (Renyé)

Dear God,
Who am I that you listen to me?
Who am I that you hang onto my every thought?
My every song?
My every breath?
Who am I that you bring me to your table and anoint me?
Who am I that you love me royally?
Who am I Lord that I deserve your praise and adoration?
Who am I Lord?
I am your servant.
You are my Father.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SAVIOUR!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SAVIOUR!

E X C I T E D!
T H R I L L E D!
E N T H U S E D!

I’m sure you already know it, but today is my Saviour’s birthday.

Can I talk a little about this great Son of Man? (He loves to refer to Himself as that 😉)

He loved me, He loves me. Undeserving as I am. He loved me when I was a sinner, and He loves me now. Sometimes I miss the mark, I don’t always get things right, I slip and fall off His path sometimes. Yet He loves me still. For this I celebrate Him.

I’ll tell you what my Redeemer did. I was wearing this robe, and it was dirty. Black. Disgusting. My robe of sin.
My Redeemer took that robe off me, washed it in HIS BLOOD, it became white as snow, and He gave it back to me. A new garment of righteousness. For this I celebrate Him.

I was down to my lowest of lows. I had no one to talk to, to communicate my feelings. Angry, sad, depressed, frustrated. Nobody understood me. But guess what? HE DID!
He told me to cast my every worry and anxiety to Him! He took it away and made me WHOLE. For this I celebrate Him.

Guess what else? My Prince of Peace elevated me! He took me to places I never ever imagined. Places I’m undeserving of. And He’s taking me higher still. For this I celebrate Him.

One last thing. Jesus – My Friend. My Lover. Bae.
He turned my life around. COMPLETELY.
Who I was before I met Him, and who I am now that we have this beautiful relationship are two polar opposites.
For this, I celebrate Him.

Happy Birthday Jesus Christ Emmanuel Messiah Saviour Redeemer Lover Friend and Brother.
I love you. From the bottom of my heart I do. I hope that a heart filled with thanksgiving is a suitable enough birthday present for you, My Love.

Please join me in celebrating JEHOVAH today! It’s His birthday!

Merry Christmas to you, beautiful people!!

Dear God (Oriana)

Dear God,

It’s been a while.
I’ve just been feeling so bleehh lately and I know that I should have come to you before now but I didn’t know how.
I mean, your daughter is going through it, like really going through at the moment.
The temptation is suffocating, I’m about to lose my mind. I
need your peace. I need the silence so I can hear from You.
I feel like our connection is slowly disintegrating and I hate it.
Dad please come through for me, I can’t do it on my own.

Your Beloved,
Oriana

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Dear God (El)

Dear Elohim,

I call you El, because it is also my name. It makes me feel like we get each other. I know you get me, which is crazy because I don’t get myself that much, and I get you even less. But I do share your name. That gives me some comfort. Comfort about life.

I often don’t ask of you a lot, because I believe that you know me better than I know myself, and you know what you are doing with me.
I have faith in this.
And in my quiet moments, I always feel your presence.

What I do ask of you, Lord, is understanding. Let me understand life; mine and that of others. All life.
Why, Lord? Why this entire edifice? What is it about us that made this necessary?
What is it about you that you want us to understand?
How does a reckless fool like me learn wisdom?
I love those parts of the Bible where I am told that you speak with a still, small voice. Like I said, I’ve often found you in the silent places of life, in the face of those experiences which we can not put into words.
How do I stay there?
I know that we do not die at them, but until we die, am I ever going to understand?
I am full of questions, some of them so impossible to put into words that I must pass over them in silence. I trust that you understand.
I need you to help me make things clear.

Your son.
El.

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