I walked out of the bathroom, the plastic stick now showing two lines and predestining the rest of my life still sitting on the counter next to the sink, and I began to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. Saying, “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness”, louder with each lap trying to make what I just learned was growing inside of me would sink in and I would really believe it.
Tag: grace
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Grace on that Little Plastic Stick
I walked out of the bathroom, the plastic stick now showing two lines and predestining the rest of my life still sitting on the counter next to the sink, and I began to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. Saying, “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness”, louder with each lap trying to make what I just learned was growing inside of me would sink in and I would really believe it.
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Listening for the Ripping of the Curtain
Today I listen for the curtain of the temple being ripped in two from top to bottom. The curtain that shielded the Most Holy Place from view. The curtain that separated mankind from knowing and relating to our Heavenly Father personally. The curtain that only the High Priest could enter through to offer a sacrifice for our sins. (Hebrews 9:1-14)
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