I went to my sister's church on Sunday. I rarely do that, but I have twice in two weeks and I plan to again on Sunday. Every time I go, it's a life-changing experience. I don't know how to describe it other than that. I would love to attend there, but I feel like it would become the norm and not change me anymore.
We sang a song called, "One Thing Remains." The chorus says, "Your love never fails, it never gives up, never runs out on me. Your love never fails, it never gives up, never runs out on me. Your love never fails, it never gives up, never runs out on me." Because you need to say it at least three times to understand the power of those words.
Ever since my divorce, I've been fairly dejected when it comes to love and dating. I've felt like it's pointless and I'll never have what I had again. Singing those words, I nearly started crying. God never ran out on me. I ran out on Him. He didn't give up, I did. And His love will never fail. He's all I need.
It was just such a powerful reminder that God is who I am married to. Not some imperfect nonexistant man, but a holy, powerful, wonderful, loving God.
His love never fails. It will never give up. And it will never run out on me. <3
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