He knew even before


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“More than 2,000 years ago someone was thinking of me, fighting for my life, fighting for my bloodline. Fighting for my health, my finances . . . fighting for my destiny.

Christ thought of me even then – before my heartbeat sounded, before my flesh began, before the atmosphere of this world would break with my entrance cry”.

“Christ knew me before I existed and He believed at that moment when He was fighting for me, taking the keys of death, hell, and the grave – that I was worth each hammer of the nail, each stripe branded into His flesh, each thorn piercing His brow – He believed I was worth His life.

He the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, Creator of this Universe, the Living God thought my life mattered – no matter what – He knew what I would do to mess it up; He thought I was worth all He endured. He embraced me with His blood of love, with His arms of grace and mercy and then washed away every bit of sin I would do before I even breathed my first breath.

At the beginning He knew me and knew I would be His – for this I live a life abandoned to Him, Jesus Christ.

This is what Jesus Christ as done for you and me.

He wanted to give us a way to reach Him ~

He wasn’t going to let the enemy of our souls reign over us, His Creation. He paid the price because His love goes that deep to remove all we have done – Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.

He knew that going in – He knew that coming out”
~ Jennifer Goodson Copyright © 2012 April –

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