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Aug 2010
Chosen.
Strategically picked.
Special.
Called.

Not to be weak.
Nor act as cowards.
Not to be afraid.
Nor hang our heads downwards.

He who died.
Breathed His last breath.
Gave his one and only life.

So that we could live.
So that we could sin.
So that we could stand up and fight.

Called.
To stand against.
To be remarkable.
To be on the front line.

Called.
To overcome.
To become transparent.
To take the struggle head on and shine.

Given a chance to do something.
To run.
Head on.
And dive.

Into what you truly believe in.
What you deeply crave.
For what you, as a child of god, wants to thrive.

Let your talents bleed into opportunities.
Take charge.
Show the world what it’s missing.
Prove to them that our God is bigger than large.

Be brave.
Take hold.
The experiences you’ve suffered from.
Be bold.

Think back to all the pain.
All the suffering day after day.
Realize that He went through all that.
And now it’s fixed so you’ll be okay.
Written by
Jennifer Dyann
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