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Please.

If you profess to believe in God,
  And to have a relationship with Him,
    And to trust Him,
      Then please stop assuming that there are limitations to His power.

Please do not assume that sin makes it impossible for God to grow something beautiful from a terrible situation,
   Please do not assume that His control over your life applies only to the “big” things,
     Please do not for one moment allow yourself to be deceived into believing that YOU ought to have control over something instead of Him.

If the first paragraph didn’t apply to you, then the second paragraph does not either.
I am not trying to convict an unbeliever into having faith in a God they do not choose to follow.
However, if you are a follower of Christ, please remind ME to live like one.

Please remind me that if I have more confidence in my abilities than I do in those of the God that made science, I am an egotistical lunatic,
  Please remind me that relying on my own understanding simply because His ways “don’t seem reasonable” is to live as my own lord,
    Please remind me that my faith must be in Him, because I will fail, and He will not,
      …And He is GOD, and I am not.

Please remind me that I was nothing before He made me,
   Utterly doomed before He saved me,
     Without direction or meaning before He gave me purpose, 
       Void of joy before He filled me,
         And lost before He found me-


           And so my natural reaction to the overflow of grace and beautiful abundance of love that He- and He alone- has brought into my life, is for me to serve Him wholeheartedly,
              Which means trusting Him, as well. 

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