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godsradicaldaughter:

Lord, I want my tongue to be the pen of a ready writer.

All these words that go forth from my lips do not come from me. They come from You. You are my courage, Father. I know that I will not hesitate speaking forth about Your love, because someone, even if I don’t know him, needs to hear exactly what You are telling me. Someone needs to know that everything is alright, and she doesn’t need to look down on herself anymore, because You sent Your Son to die in her place— to suffer in her place, and You have prepared a great destiny for her.

Father, I don’t want to be overwhelmed by fear, that’s why I’m looking up to You. You have made me realize that people do not need fragrant words or motivational talks just to be alright. Talking about having a passion for You is not enough. Encouraging them to live for You is not enough. They just need to hear about Jesus, because He is the exact, and incomprehensible manifestation of Your love for each one of us. Jesus is all we need. Amen.