Bent

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I know I share time and again how incredibly in awe I am of Jesus. How the beauty of who He is stirs something inside of me. I can't help but speak of Him.

I completely love how I can be in His presence even when surrounded by so many.

Standing in the midst of thousands of people during the U2 concert, I stared up into the clearing sky.

I prayed to Him- "Hey, Jesus, what do you think of all that's going on here, how do you feel about this?"

A peace settled over me as I felt Him close to me. The knowledge of His grace, mercy, love, and power fell into my heart like a crashing wave.

Oh how He loves! I bend under the weight of it.

When I looked down my eyes fell on three guys who had been annoying me earlier with their pot smoking- they passed joints around like I would share a pack of gum.

In that moment I was filled with immense Love for them.

How beautiful He is, to grant me a teeny, tiny glimpse of His furious love for all people.

Not just for the ones who have heard of His renown.

For all.

Oh how He loves them.




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  1. AnonymousAugust 5, 2011 at 8:49 AM

    Thank you, Angie - this is just beautiful! Bless you today, my Friend!
    -Joy F. :)

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