God works in the limit, to prepare us for a walk indefinitely. Sometimes circumstances cause us pain, because growing, it still hurts. Sometimes they feel like become reality the letter that song, that says - If I could fly, to meet God, abandoning this world, came out flying, just stop in the sky. We must continue to believe, not as a simple choice, but by a powerful conviction that God's best is yet to come. We must continue to believe that we are more than conquerors in Christ Jesus. Giving up is easy. But it is expensive, and is a road whose end is not what God dreamed for you, for me, or us. Why, then walk, paving will speak Rocha, she (he Jesus), will spring water in the desert. Victory is certain, in the Name of Jesus Christ. I can foresee the finalde indescrevivel Glory, which is reserved for those who preserverarem, and whose garments are white. Both on earth as the home in Heaven. Angels flying to and fro, the cherubim four faces. The song whose melody, mouths and ears, our hearts, had only a tiny glimpse. Jesus is sitting right of the Father and the Holy Spirit multiplying that whole atmosphere. Abraham, Moses, Elijah, Paul, Barnbé, Stephen, Peter, ... Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy! Oh Gloryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
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