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What Love Is
My lovely one. Do you know how I love to call you that? You ask Me about my Son and his sacrifice and my sacrifice. And I help you picture it. I help you imagine.
Yes, I hid my face that day. Yes, I let the sky tremble, the earth shake. All of heaven wanted to explode. A battle waged, a victory won, a sacrifice: what love is. One of the pictures of love.
Yes, love is sacrifice. Yes, love is putting self on the altar, giving yourself back to Me.
Love is giving yourself to Me. The eyes of the created looking to the Creator, the beginning of death and the beginning of life. You are born through Me.
I give you life. No one else. You can find life nowhere else.
Are you willing to let yourself die to be born again, with Me? What needs to be sacrificed? Of what are you willing to let go? What do you hold tightly? What seems impossible—creates in you fear—to give to Me, to entrust to Me, to let me take it and give you peace?
My Son’s death and life and sacrifice and resurrection is enough. Just once.
The birthing of love once more.
Come and give Me all of you. Let love live in you. Hold nothing back.
I am coming now.
My eyes on you.
Oh, lovely one, I know you want all I have to give.
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About this Plan
We're excellent at self-sufficiency, aren't we? Women can do so much—work, kids, cook, serve, give. But there are some things we can't do on our own, like finding lasting peace and the deepest kind of joy. These things are found only in fellowship with God and, oh, are they good. Read along and invite God to reveal the gifts that only He can give.
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