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My Precious Girl

At times, life just feels hard.  There are days I just want to give up!  When that happens I need to remember....remember to not look at the storm that surrounds or give into my feelings rather remember His promises.  Hold onto truth.  God uses many things to remind me of this... but it cuts clean through when He's chosen my child to break my hardened heart.

I didn't expect to read this on her page when I opened FB today but it's the truth my heart needed to hear.  Perhaps it's what you need too.

Ally, THANK YOU for being so strong...so brave...so in love with Jesus and so patient with me.  I love you!!!



A year ago today, I became a follower of Christ. Everything in my life has changed from that point. The band Worth Dying For says it far better than I can:

I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. I've stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His.
I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.
I'm finished and done with low living, side walking, small planning, smooth-knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, worldly-talking, cheap-giving, and dwarf goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, position, promotion, applause, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded.
I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience. I am uplifted by prayer and labour by power.
My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is Heaven. My road is narrow. My way is rough. My companions are few. My God reliable. My mission is clear.
I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of my adversaries, negotiate at the table of my enemy, or ponder at the pool of popularity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I've stayed up, stored up, prayed up, preached up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus.
We will fight for You. We will die for You. We will go for You.

~Allyson~
Until then...
Jessie
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  1. KKHAugust 29, 2012 at 2:11 PM

    SO fantastic!!!! You go girl...both you girls!!! Follow closely Ally, follow closely!! :-)

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