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I am the prodigal son. I thought I could handle the world with what it had to offer and I failed. I lost everything. I thought I knew it all but I had no idea that there was so much I still needed to learn. I wasn't prepared. I realized I couldn't go on so I ran back to my Father's house. Before I could explain how sorry I was, He hugged me, forgave me, washed me, clothed me with righteousness, and He loved me!
How much love He has to offer me, so much I cannot contain or fathom. How much love do I have to offer Him? NOT ENOUGH!
yes i just got through updating my journal like an hour ago but wanted to write again. i like the red in my hair. the blood of Jesus and the color of my hair are similar. they both are the same color. the difference is my color will fade but the blood that Jesus shed for me will never go away. no matter what i do it will never ever fade or loose its power. :c)
all the colors!
weird face!!! BLAH!
HEY!
How much love He has to offer me, so much I cannot contain or fathom. How much love do I have to offer Him? NOT ENOUGH!
yes i just got through updating my journal like an hour ago but wanted to write again. i like the red in my hair. the blood of Jesus and the color of my hair are similar. they both are the same color. the difference is my color will fade but the blood that Jesus shed for me will never go away. no matter what i do it will never ever fade or loose its power. :c)
all the colors!
weird face!!! BLAH!
HEY!