My daughter, he is not your child, but mine. I'm washing him pure in the blood of the Lamb. You see what is left to be done. I see him as covered with Christ's glory and HIS robe of righteousness. Pray that I might show you how I see him, resplendent with potential.
Don't close doors that I have opened. Admonish as I lead you only. Pray without ceasing to gain perspective.
He is beautiful in My sight and becoming more so daily. My grace IS sufficient for him. You allow him to seek my face and tap my grace. He will be made whole. A healing has begun already.
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news