I saw there are no comments. I don't know what to comment or how to either but I'll.
Yes I've felt the love of the Father picked at me, as though I was the only one He had eyes for. As though I was the only one in the room.
And oh my days. I can't help but weep. Even during praise sessions in church, I wept while dancing. I just saw Him and this gospel in everything. It filled me with so much gratitude, overwhelmingly. I know people wondered what's up with her? But I cared less.
During quiet times, I couldn't help but just be in Eulogia to Him, and this could be for hours. This our God, is so good.
I'm learning again as life gets more serious, pressured, that Love isn't performative. Not here with Jesus. He's the first love because He loved us first. And this truth I must personalize it, be reminded of it, be grounded in it so as life gets to be whatever it gets to be, my conviction, my world view will not be moved by an inch.
Thank you Glory, your story did something. I loved reading it.
And also you're sooo pretty. You look much like you're simple hearted. And I love you ( lol).
Thank you, for the epistle, Gloria. Fun fact, my sister's name is actually Blessing and mine, Glory. And I see yours is Gloria Blessing, that's interesting!!!
I'm genuinely glad you've experienced something similar and you can relate. I believe stories hit harder when there's been prior experience.
I'm so happy you enjoyed reading, and that it did something 🥹
Aww thank youuu! Welcome to this side of Substack 💕
Ouuu, double grace for me, I guess.
Thank youuuuu
I saw there are no comments. I don't know what to comment or how to either but I'll.
Yes I've felt the love of the Father picked at me, as though I was the only one He had eyes for. As though I was the only one in the room.
And oh my days. I can't help but weep. Even during praise sessions in church, I wept while dancing. I just saw Him and this gospel in everything. It filled me with so much gratitude, overwhelmingly. I know people wondered what's up with her? But I cared less.
During quiet times, I couldn't help but just be in Eulogia to Him, and this could be for hours. This our God, is so good.
I'm learning again as life gets more serious, pressured, that Love isn't performative. Not here with Jesus. He's the first love because He loved us first. And this truth I must personalize it, be reminded of it, be grounded in it so as life gets to be whatever it gets to be, my conviction, my world view will not be moved by an inch.
Thank you Glory, your story did something. I loved reading it.
And also you're sooo pretty. You look much like you're simple hearted. And I love you ( lol).
Of course I wrote an epistle.
Thank you, for the epistle, Gloria. Fun fact, my sister's name is actually Blessing and mine, Glory. And I see yours is Gloria Blessing, that's interesting!!!
I'm genuinely glad you've experienced something similar and you can relate. I believe stories hit harder when there's been prior experience.
I'm so happy you enjoyed reading, and that it did something 🥹
Aww thank youuu! Welcome to this side of Substack 💕