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You and I, Lord

Eternal God: When you saw us leave the garden, clothed in sheepskin, it had to be a blood drenched coat of a blemishless lamb that should cover our nakedness. In a moment’s time we had traded our freedom and glory for slavery and shame.
Father, how heart wrenching it would have been for you to send us out from your presence although You knew You would win it all back for us?
Did we go to sleep crying? Did we at all sleep that night? How strange was it to us that we wouldn’t see You in the morning or walk by your side?
Lord, when I don’t meet with you in the mornings and evenings of my daily life, will I feel strange and lost without you? I don’t want to get used to it.
When did we begin to bring the work of our hands to you? Who was it who taught us to give to you?And when we did all that, did we understand that you did not need it at all?
When you came down to confuse our languages so that we’d be sure that we are not self sufficient, was it not out of love to give us back what we had lost or we would have been inextricably stuck in slavery.
Let me not boast about anything for it is You who sustains me. And Lord, when my eyes fall on “I HAVE LOVED YOU WITH AN EVERLASTING LOVE” I hang my head not knowing what to say. What do I say? You went on the cross and I just watched. How I wish I could just do everything the way You want me to-in total obedience, trust and surrender. That would be to live for You.

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