If you knew the real Christ, you wouldn't want Him.
He begins His life shaking up the world, in its present form and leaves it the same way.
He wants to shake up your world in its present form.
He is unlike anyone you have ever encountered.
When you leave his presence, you are never the same.
He will not allow you to be the same.
He yearns for you to be good soil.
He wants to prune your branches.
He wants the fruit you produce to be good.
He is good, even though it doesn't seem that way.
He doesn't give you what you want.
He gives you what you need.
He is Holy, and expects nothing less from His children.
He frees the captives, fathers the fatherless, Loves for the sake of love.
He will make you poor, and you'll love him for it.
You'll lose your life, and you'll praise Him for it.
You will die to yourself, and live.
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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