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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Chosen

On a beautiful spring morning the seven year old girl stood on the playground with her classmates, waiting to be chosen. Butterflies chased each other in her stomach in anticipation of being called to be on a team. Would some one choose her? What would she do if no one wanted her? Then she heard her name…."Emily….come, we need you". To be chosen and to be needed, that was the ultimate achievement.

The second graders stood in two facing rows. One side huddled and then a name rang out – “Red Rover, Red Rover, let Betty come over!” Betty broke hands, backed up and then ran as fast as her legs would carry her, and tried to break through the line. Oh, oh. The line didn’t break and Betty was taken into that line with a stigma of failure.

Emily watched as more and more children were called. The bigger boys easily broke through the line, choosing carefully where they would try. Success meant bringing someone back to the line where you began.

Then Emily heard it, “Red Rover, Red Rover, let Emily come over!” She had been chosen twice! Could she break the line and be a heroine? Being chosen twice was enough.

I don’t know who chose my best friend – suddenly we just were -- friends – Gladys Barrett and I. When my family moved to another town when I was sixteen, that friendship was broken. Sometimes I think about Gladys and wonder about her and what she choices she made in life.

When my dear husband and I chose each other for marriage, we had no idea that it would be a 60 yearlong decision (so far!). What joy, what learning we have shared.

Being a mother began decision-making in a big way. Four children, each one is a blessing and each one is different. Those years were busy. 1952, 1954, 1955 and 1956 were important years for both of us, for each of those years, the dynamics of our family changed. The decisions each day became so important. Discipline, planning meals, clothing them, and attending church – school – all required choices. Life-altering decisions accompanied with laughter and love.

Then our four children grew up and made their own decisions with their own families. I still remember learning in a college psychology class that children should be able to make decisions. I let them choose the cereal for breakfast…. not realizing that their decisions in life would not come from a cereal box.

For six years I stayed at home until the children escaped the diaper stage. Then one day I made another decision. I went back to college and became a teacher. One workshop I attended talked about all the decisions a teacher has to make during an eight-hour day. No wonder I was exhausted at the end of the day. For 31 years I taught school. The day I retired I drove home, wondering just who I was. Now I had more choices to make. What would I do with my time? Who was I really? Those familiar butterflies still flew in an unsettling formation inside me.

When I was eight years I made the choice that underlined for a lifetime. I chose Jesus. It was Easter time and I was baptized in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. I remember the peace that flooded my heart seventy-four years ago. Throughout my life, I remembered that decision -- to know Jesus and to live for Him.

Recently I realized that the verse I learned long ago is so true. “We love Him because He first loved us.” (I John 4:19) Jesus chose me first, before I chose Him. Jesus chooses all of us. We are chosen and His chosen people.

But to complete His choice, we choose Jesus as our Lord and Savior. Our decision completes His choice. When we choose Him that completes us. Can you imagine the joy Jesus experiences when we choose Him? No wonder that the angels in Heaven rejoice when each one has chosen Jesus. (Luke 15:10)

While researching genealogy and reading the words written long ago – I understand more clearly than ever – how my parents and grandparents prayed for us to know Jesus and to follow Him. That desire is now my prayer for my children, grandchildren and beyond. This consistent and continuous thread of choosing Jesus makes our choices easier. It isn’t a multiple choice in life – it is just choosing Jesus!

Jesus is to be our Chosen One. If not now, when? It is a choice we all make at one time or another. When I see a butterfly, I think about how Jesus reminds us always, in different ways, about His love and His choice! We are chosen! That is enough.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Colossians 3:12

For we know, brothers and sisters loved by God, that he has chosen you, I Thessalonians 1:4

He (Jesus) was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake. I Peter 1:20



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Chosen


On a beautiful spring morning the seven year old girl stood on the playground with her classmates, waiting to be chosen. Butterflies chased each other in her stomach in anticipation of being called to be on a team. Would some one choose her? What would she do if no one wanted her? Then she heard her name…."Emily….come, we need you". To be chosen and to be needed, that was the ultimate achievement.

The second graders stood in two facing rows. One side huddled and then a name rang out – “Red Rover, Red Rover, let Betty come over!” Betty broke hands, backed up and then ran as fast as her legs would carry her, and tried to break through the line. Oh, oh. The line didn’t break and Betty was taken into that line with a stigma of failure.

Emily watched as more and more children were called. The bigger boys easily broke through the line, choosing carefully where they would try. Success meant bringing someone back to the line where you began.

Then Emily heard it, “Red Rover, Red Rover, let Emily come over!” She had been chosen twice! Could she break the line and be a heroine? Being chosen twice was enough.

I don’t know who chose my best friend – suddenly we just were -- friends – Gladys Barrett and I. When my family moved to another town when I was sixteen, that friendship was broken. Sometimes I think about Gladys and wonder about her and what she choices she made in life.

When my dear husband and I chose each other for marriage, we had no idea that it would be a 60 yearlong decision (so far!). What joy, what learning we have shared.

Being a mother began decision-making in a big way. Four children, each one is a blessing and each one is different. Those years were busy. 1952, 1954, 1955 and 1956 were important years for both of us, for each of those years, the dynamics of our family changed. The decisions each day became so important. Discipline, planning meals, clothing them, and attending church – school – all required choices. Life-altering decisions accompanied with laughter and love.

Then our four children grew up and made their own decisions with their own families. I still remember learning in a college psychology class that children should be able to make decisions. I let them choose the cereal for breakfast…. not realizing that their decisions in life would not come from a cereal box.

For six years I stayed at home until the children escaped the diaper stage. Then one day I made another decision. I went back to college and became a teacher. One workshop I attended talked about all the decisions a teacher has to make during an eight-hour day. No wonder I was exhausted at the end of the day. For 31 years I taught school. The day I retired I drove home, wondering just who I was. Now I had more choices to make. What would I do with my time? Who was I really? Those familiar butterflies still flew in an unsettling formation inside me.

When I was eight years I made the choice that underlined for a lifetime. I chose Jesus. It was Easter time and I was baptized in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. I remember the peace that flooded my heart seventy-four years ago. Throughout my life, I remembered that decision -- to know Jesus and to live for Him.

Recently I realized that the verse I learned long ago is so true. “We love Him because He first loved us.” (I John 4:19) Jesus chose me first, before I chose Him. Jesus chooses all of us. We are chosen and His chosen people.

But to complete His choice, we choose Jesus as our Lord and Savior. Our decision completes His choice. When we choose Him that completes us. Can you imagine the joy Jesus experiences when we choose Him? No wonder that the angels in Heaven rejoice when each one has chosen Jesus. (Luke 15:10)

While researching genealogy and reading the words written long ago – I understand more clearly than ever – how my parents and grandparents prayed for us to know Jesus and to follow Him. That desire is now my prayer for my children, grandchildren and beyond. This consistent and continuous thread of choosing Jesus makes our choices easier. It isn’t a multiple choice in life – it is just choosing Jesus!

Jesus is to be our Chosen One. If not now, when? It is a choice we all make at one time or another. When I see a butterfly, I think about how Jesus reminds us always, in different ways, about His love and His choice! We are chosen! That is enough.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Colossians 3:12

For we know, brothers and sisters loved by God, that he has chosen you, I Thessalonians 1:4

He (Jesus) was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake. I Peter 1:20



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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

I Am Thankful Because...

The table is set and the food is piled high. Several generations of family gather around. Laughter and anticipation is in the air. And then everyone tells why they are thankful. Nothing is too tiny. There are no rules. Just being thankful pours from each heart. The ‘gratitude attitude’ belongs in this season, and every day of our lives. Giving thanks means searching our lives for blessings. Blessings that are not happen-chance, but planned just for us.

After our appetites are quelled from way too much food, we leave the table in a stupor. A movie, a ball game, visiting and when the day is over, we know that we must return to a life that claws away our thankful spirit. When the last conversation beginning with, “Do you remember when….fades away…” and the time comes to separate, do we carry the joy of the moment into the future?

It has been a blessing to read many facebook friends’ comments tell what they are thankful for this month. Will they stop after Thanksgiving Day? Reading the sweet words of thanksgiving, I have come to enjoy a tenderness of joy for the writers.

What happens when the afterglow of thanks-giving has lost its seasoning? When the day of plenty has ended and there are just bare bones are left on the plates. What is our choice? Celebrations come to an end. How they change us in our thinking does not have to end.

From the time we could talk, my brothers and I gave thanks for each meal, beginning with the words – For all we eat, for all we wear, for all we have, we thank thee, Father. Amen. This is the prayer we taught our four little ones. As they grew older, our children’s prayers came from their hearts to their Heavenly Father. Growing up, I listened to the prayers of my father….in German. Komm, Herr Jesu, sei unser Gast, und segne was Du uns bescherret hast. Amen. ... It's this: “Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, and let these gifts to us be blessed.

Thanks-Living begins with Thanks-Giving. Thanks-Giving implies trust and faith in our Heavenly Father who loves us so much that He sent His Only Son, Jesus, to take our sins upon Him at the Cross. Without Jesus, there would be no reason to give thanks.

There are physical things – food and shelter and clothing to give thanks for. But if the material things are lacking, what do we include in our thanks-giving? As a child, during the years of the Great Depression, I remember asking my Dad for a penny to buy a necklace. Even at six years old, I could see the pain in his eyes when he told me, “No, I don’t have a penny to give you.” Then Dad swung me up into his arms and gave me a hug. The love of my Dad was more priceless than that necklace could ever be.

I am thankful for his teaching me what is most important. I learned that my Thanks-Living is love first of all from my Dad, and then from my Heavenly Father even when there is a ‘no’.

Joyce Kilmer’s words in song rings from my heart during this season as I watch the golden and rust-colored leaves dance in the air. I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed, against the earth’s sweet flowing breast. A tree who lifts her leafy arms to pray!” Imagine a tree giving thanks to its Creator – not for a moment – but every moment of every day. Even when the covering of leaves are gone – the remaining bare arm-limbs are raised in praise to our Lord.

I am thankful for communication. Without the ability to think and speak, how would we be able to give thanks, first to God…and to each other. Without God in our lives, our words hurt and maim others for life, for they are from the heart. When our living is God-centered – our words create a blanket of love, gentleness, kindness, patience, encouragement, forgiveness and joy for the hearer.

With the love of Jesus in my heart, no matter what my first inclination, may I learn to see and hear others as Jesus sees and hears with unconditional love. I am thankful for each moment of compassion for others.

Thanks-Living is made possible by integrity, truth and honesty. Deception, lying and dishonesty have no place in Thanks-Living and defines a betrayal of our Lord.

Thanks-Living knows no boundaries of time or space. As I write, I think of our four children and their families…and give thanks for the times we were able to be together. When our hearts are entwined in a family – they become inseparable no matter how far apart they are. That is for the earthly and also the spiritual brothers and sisters. There are no barriers in the family of Christ Jesus.

When I checked Mom’s poetry book, I saw that she wrote about Thanksgiving. The last stanza says…

Is one day a year sufficient…Thanks when Christ’s death set me free: I will love Him for salvation…Since that love included me…God’s own Spirit guides me daily…Gives me songs through the deepest night…He alone has power eternal…Leading me to heaven’s light.Thanks, Mom! (1907-1998)

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4:6

I will praise God’s name in song and glorify Him with Thanksgiving. Psalm 69:30

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Colossians 3:15

Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.
 Colossians 4:2


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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Remembering...

What a sweet word for me…remembering. So many times in the past six years, I have remembered. I sit down at the computer keyboard and the memories pour through my fingers onto the screen. Remembering creates warmth in my heart for those I loved long ago and now.

Why did my Grandmother Anna Suderman painstakingly record her days? Did she know it would give her grandchildren a vivid word picture of her life?

Anna Loewen Suderman told of her wedding of March 8, 1900. A spring snow made the dirt roads almost impassable to the church. The wedding sermon – yes, sermon - was based on Jeremiah 32:37-42.

Behold, I will gather them out of all countries, whither I have driven them in mine anger, and in my fury, and in great wrath; and I will bring them again unto this place, and I will cause them to dwell safely: And they shall be my people, and I will be their God: And I will give them one heart, and one way, that they may fear me for ever, for the good of them, and of their children after them: And I will make an everlasting covenant with them, that I will not turn away from them, to do them good; but I will put my fear in their hearts, that they shall not depart from me. Yea, I will rejoice over them to do them good, and I will plant them in this land assuredly with my whole heart and with my whole soul. For thus saith the LORD; Like as I have brought all this great evil upon this people, so will I bring upon them all the good that I have promised them.

Surely the words of that portion of scripture were often remembered in the years that followed…And I will give them one heart, and one way, that they may fear me for ever, for the good of them and of their children after them.

Between 1900 and 1916, Grandma gave birth to ten children. She and Grandpa raised six and she writes, “the other four were lent to us for just a short time.” The trips to the cemetery with the tiny caskets four times were with breaking hearts and tear-filled the eyes.

In 1911, Grandpa Gerhard’s hand was crippled by a crosscut saw accident. How does Grandma write about it? We have our share of trouble, but we were thankful we could share our grief and the Lord gives comfort to them that seek comfort.”

My memories of the farm were bullet points in my life – word-pictures that have survived time.

Grandmother stooped over picking vegetables in the fenced-in garden

Grandmother gathering eggs on a summer evening, in her apron

The musty cellar that contained hanging cured ham, rows and rows of fruit and vegetables and a basket of potatoes dug from the garden

The scraps of potato peelings, left over food that went down the sink drain into the slop bucket, to be fed to the pigs

Uncles coming to the house in the evening with buckets of fresh

The wood cook stove in the kitchen firing up to cook fried potatoes

The company parlor where the huge hand-cranked phonograph player stood

The happy laughter of my uncles and aunts

The aroma of flaky Tvaybach (zeibach) baked by Grandma Suderman

Rides on Molly, the gentle farm horse

Pumping water by hand in the bathroom to fill the pitcher

The deep snow in the winter as far as the eye can see that obliterated the fence posts on the side of the road

At Christmas, pepper nuts, hugs, saying our pieces, singing Christmas carols with rich harmony and listening to the Christmas Story in Luke 2

Prayers on our knees – listening to the prayers of Grandpa and Grandma, their six children and assorted spouses, followed by the grandchildren

Singing the family song – (Translated from German by Anna D. Siemens) – Come, brothers, quit your lagging,. Come, we must journey on. For all our restless struggle Of life will soon be gone….Chorus – In my heavenly home, There is rest for my soul, There is sweet rest, There is sweet rest, There is rest for my soul.

Looking out of the upstairs bedroom window where Mom found the evening star when she was a girl.

These memories become sweeter as time goes by and give me strength.

There are more than 200 admonitions in the Bible to remember…Why? Is it so difficult to remember Who made us and gave us life? Do we understand how God desires a relationship with us? Is it so difficult to give Him thanks? The distractions that surround us in this world draw us away unless we keep our eyes on our Lord.

Some of the scriptures to remember are these: - On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Psalm 63:6

- Do you still not understand? Don’t you remember the five loaves for the five thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? Matthew 16:9

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Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear? And don’t you remember? Mark 8:18

- Remember Jesus Christ, raised from the dead, descended from David. This is my gospel, 
 2 Timothy 2:8

- For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.” Hebrews 8:12

- Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you. 
Revelation 3:2-4

The trickle begins so slow – And soon the torrent will flow….Remembering….

The yester-year is near, and today becomes less clear…. Remembering….

For I know that God’s Hand guides guides me through this land…Remembering….

I awake from my reverie-stroll, knowing that remembering makes me whole. And I am remembering….

(A portion of a painting by Tyler Robbins, entitled Remembering a Past Farewell)



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Tuesday, November 08, 2011

True Courage

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6

All children learn that memory verse. It is easy to quote and difficult to ‘be’. Being courageous – what does that mean?

To me it means a ‘salmon-swim’ – going upstream. It means getting up each day when it would be easier to stay in bed. It means encouraging others when you need to be encouraged. It means being a leader when you know it isolates you from what is the norm.

Being courageous is a way of life, an outlook stemming from an inner strength and commitment. It is the courage to continue that counts.

When I received a coloring page from my second grade teacher that contained a windmill, my mother began telling me of the courage of our ancestors. Their story continues to fascinate me. From that story, I gain an anchor that steadies my life and gives me insights.

We call it History when events are glossed over in a superficially. It isn’t people-deep. Events are long days for those who live them. Events are unending blur of time when there seems to be no end in sight. When those times come, what is our anchor? What is our inner strength? A glib ‘Hang in there!” from a friend doesn’t touch the depths of our heart.

I re-read the chronicles of the Jacob Siemens family compiled by my brother Bennie James Siemens. It read: The Siemens Family left Russia in 1874 for United States. Those listed on the ship’s manifest were: Jacob Siemens II, age 79 - Jacob Siemens III, Age 51 – His wife Elisabeth, Age 48 – Jacob Siemens IV, age 25 – His wife Anna, age 20 and infant daughter Anna – Anna Siemens, age 22 – Elisabeth Siemens age 19 – Johann Siemens, age 16 – Abraham Siemens, age 14 – David Siemens, age 11 – Agatha Siemens, age 4 and Heinrich Siemens, age 1.

Thirteen family members who packed for a trip across the ocean from Russia to United States. I look around my house and wonder what I would pack for a new life in a new country. A new country that is largely unknown. How many prayers were uttered by these people for wisdom, health and a strong faith to make this trip? This is a farming family. What tools would they need in the new country?

What about Jacob Siemens II (age 79)? Did he want to leave the land where his wife was buried? As the oldest member of the family would he have the strength to begin life anew and face all the new challenges? There were only three women who would do the work of packing for the thirteen people. What if they forgot something that was crucial? Much decision-making was needed. Food, clothing, tools, the family Bible all needed to be crated for the ocean voyage.

What about Baby Anna and Heinrich at the age of 1, think of the soiled diapers aboard a ship. There were no Huggies available. No baby food, no cradle to lay the children in for the night.

Can you imagine the impatience of Jacob Siemens IV, age 25, Johann Siemens, age 16, and Abraham Siemens, age 14, to begin the adventure in life. What were the first scenes that they saw? What impact did it have on their resolve?

A decision of that magnitude is always based on a WHY. This WHY was for the spiritual freedom to worship and to live in peace. A strong belief that God would provide and care for them prevailed among them and the risk was taken.

As I look at this picture of the 5th Generation of Jacob Siemens family, I realize the strength of God’s promises. My Grandpa, pictured here, learned to preach, not in a seminary, but striding back and forth behind the barn. He held the open Bible in his hands and preached God’s Word to the fields and the animals. Later my Grandpa traveled many miles preaching as he went until a paralysis stopped him. What did he think when this gift of preaching was taken from him. Even today, I hear about the thoughtful sermons of my Grandfather Siemens, the 5th generation of the Jacob Siemens family!

Do we hear the words when things happen in our lives that we find uncomfortable, dangerous or unwanted?

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or discouraged. I Chronicles 22:13b

Courage begins with conviction and a commitment to that conviction against all odds. To some, the conviction is self-pride or self-worth. This conviction is shallow and brittle to live out. Instead, we look to the only place where we find a sure foundation for our courage.

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13

It isn’t about me, it is about love that gives me courage. There is only one place where true love is available…That, too is the first verse I learned... God is love. Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments. Deuteronomy 7:9

How tenuous is that love when we do not protect and lift up our faith. I Corinthians 16:13 says… Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.

In every era and every age our faith and courage is at risk if we do not stand firm in God. The details of my life are not as important as the legacy of faith I leave – the things I hope for, the things I pray for – may it be the message I leave to my family from age to age.

Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point. C. S. Lewis


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Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Abiding Love

I remember that fall day 32 years ago, when I said goodbye to my parents, in preparation to return home, six hours away. As I looked into Dad’s face, I didn’t see the strength that I used to see, I saw weakness and a peace. An unbidden thought flashed through my mind, “Is this the last time I see my Daddy?” I shook off the horrifying thought. No, surely that could not be. Dad’s love was an abiding presence for me. His presence in my heart would go on forever and be my strength through life.

It wasn’t long after that, in Spring, the reality of his death became definite. No more would I know his hearty laugh, no more would he hug Mom in a way that gave me such assurance, no more could I ask Dad for advice – for Dad was no longer on this earth.

Sitting on the back porch steps with my nephew, Matthew, watching the sun set in the west, was a comfort. Matthew looked at me and in his innocent youth-wisdom said, “I know where Grandpa is.” I asked where, and Matthew answered, “He is safe in God’s pocket."

Safe in God’s pocket. That simple answer gave me comfort then and continues to bring comfort. It spoke of an abiding love and faith that my Dad had in God. Dad is enjoying that abiding love and faith – forever.

Dad was a born teacher and with a story or two, he held many audiences spellbound. Though he taught school for a while, his favorite material to teach continued to be Bible Stories. Did my Grandpa Siemens have that same gift? Did Dad remember how his Dad carried the Bible and paced back and forth behind the barn, practicing preaching?

What we are, we teach. Dad taught me many lessons, and his last lesson was his smile as he drew his last breath. Dad had an abiding faith and he loved Jesus. Dad gave his three children a legacy of practicing the presence of God every day. I can still see him striding through his garden praising God for the bounty.

As we children grew older, we separated geographically and distance was measured in hours. It didn’t matter, because we knew there was an abiding love waiting for us at home. It was a treasure in our hearts that endured as we entered in adult life and gave us strength.

Recently I found this quote-question from a young soldier in Romania who was ordered to confiscate Bibles and imprison the missionaries. Why are Bibles considered a more lethal weapon than guns? Why, indeed? Is it because a Bible cannot be destroyed and its words will not come back void?

Hebrews 4:12 - For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

In contemplating what abiding love is, I remember Hebrews 11:1 - Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

I no longer see my Dad and Mom with earthly sight, but I see them with a spiritual sight of faith. And each day is brightened, as I practice the legacy of abiding faith and love. My prayer is that the legacy I leave points the way to God’s abiding love that transcends time and space.

Abiding in Jesus, I’m kept in His Love

Not just for now, but forever

Abiding in Him, not for a day,

But enduring for life naught can sever.

Each day I confess

The Name I hold so dear

For I abide in Jesus

And I know He is near

Abiding in Jesus leads to life

He promised a helper to stay

And His words live in me

As I walk in His way each day.

Psalm 61:7 - He shall abide before God forever. Oh, prepare mercy and truth, which may preserve him!

John 14:16 - And I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever.

John 15:7 - If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you. vs 9 - “As the Father loved Me, I also have loved you; abide in My love.

I John 4:12-15 - No one has seen God at any time. If we love one another, God abides in us, and His love has been perfected in us. By this we know that we abide in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son as Savior of the world. Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God.

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