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Everlasting Love


"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?... For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:35, 38, 39
     "God is love" is written upon every opening bud, upon every spire of springing grass. The lovely birds making the air vocal with their happy songs, the delicately tinted flowers in their perfection perfuming the air, the lofty trees of the forest with their rich foliage of living green - all testify to the tender, fatherly care of our God and to His desire to make His children happy. SC 10.1
     Everything God does is done in love toward us. No matter where we are or where we've been, God is love. He only desires what's best for us in every situation. No matter what's going on in your life, you can know that God is love and that he's watching out for you.
     There have been times in my own life when I went through trials, but even then, I can look back and realize that God was there. He knew what was best for me. He knew I needed those trials. He gave me those trials because He loves me.
     There's a song that goes:
     Oh love of God, how strong and true.
Eternal and yet ever new.
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought...
     Isn't God's love so amazing? It says in Jeremiah 31:3 "The Lord hath appeared of old unto me saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee."
God loves us with an everlasting love.
     We have done nothing to deserve His love, and yet He loves us more than we can ever comprehend.
     I know that I have an amazing God, who loves me with an everlasting love. He not only loves me, but he loves every single person who has ever lived. Isn't that a beautiful thought?
Hannah Evert

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