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GOD HASN'T GOT AMNESIA!





GOD HASN'T GOT AMNESIA!

"For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister" HEBREW 6:10

I remember those times when I would say to my love-Christ, "Exact you know I love you. I have done this and that because i love you. Please don't let this and that happen to me."

I love it when he says, "Annie, I LOVE YOU and that is the reason it won't happen".

Perhaps, you are at that point where you are convinced that God has forgotten all the seeds you sowed, how you were the only one assisting your pastor, teaching at Sunday school, going on evangelism, leading the choir because you LOVED HIM NOT COS YOU WANTED THE PASTOR'S AWARD.

Now in this challenge, you feel alone. You even have said"GOD has forgotten me".

Hear JESUS THIS MORNING:
Dear SON/DAUGHTER,
I have no amnesia
I am not wicked to forget your work and your labour of love
I remember how you went hungry for my sake.
I know all your sacrifices.
I WILL PERFECT MY PURPOSE IN YOU AND I WILL SATISFY YOU.

So darling, STOP CRYING!!!
HE REMEMBERS ALL THE DETAILS.
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