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Hebrews 11:1-3 NIV
[1] Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. [2] This is what the ancients were commended for. [3] By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.

It feels harder to hold onto faith and hope these days.  I wonder why? It feels like age might have something to do with it, or maybe it's the Bloomington Indiana winter blaws.  Maybe it's just the mundane everyday living life blaws.  As I sit here thinking about how unmotivated I feel I am realizing that often times these feeling are of my own making.  The choses I make have a whole lot to do with where I'm at in life right now.  I know that there are some things I need to do differently.  Why is it so hard to change the things that I don't like about myself?  I keep going down the same roads, I keep making the same mistakes. I feel crippled by my own foolishness. Despite all of this sucky self inflicting pain, Jesus Christ had grace for me, it's so clear his grace so beautiful against my sin and weaknesses.  Time and time again he lifts me up out of my own filth and loves me more than I can understand. I don't deserve it. Though It's not about I, it's about Him.  

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