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Thankful Thursday




I've been enjoying the thankful random thoughts at Grace Alone. There is so much to thank God for at this wonderful time of year!

I would like to thank Jesus for becoming a man even though he was God. As I meditate on my manger scene, I think about the John 1:14 verse …”and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us…” Jesus, the Word, became flesh. He was born of a woman, nurtured to adulthood, and died on the cross so that we who accept his sacrifice for our sin can be free. He’s the perfect sacrifice! The cross is a simple message, but loaded with power as I dwell on the humility of Jesus. I’m so thankful. Jesus rescued me!

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  1. A lovely post! I'm thankful too for our Saviour!

    Have a blessed weekend!

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  2. Just wanted to send Holiday Wishes and Blessings to you! I think about you often. What a year, huh?! I hope you have a wonderful, memorable, Christ-filled holiday!

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