Am striding with everything in me, for I ought not to be weary if doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it was performed.
So I write in other to share, that we should not wonder if, in the beginning, we often failed in our endeavours, but that at last we should gain a habit, which will naturally produce its acts in us, without our care, and to our exceeding great delight.
For it pleased the Father that in him should all the fullness dwell. Are you dwelling in him? Do you that for a fact?
May the Christ in you be the hope of Glory to all who read.
Blessing Nothing Just Happens
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