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Illness


Hebrews 12:11           New English Translation

11 Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it.

 

Illness

 

The discipline of God is never meant to punish

It is just there to form us the way we ought to be

It is purely based on Love from God the Father

He is simply preparing for us to be truly free

 

The Eternal thought of God is for us to be in health

Not to grieve and sorrow but to be filled with peace

That is really waiting as we persevere in patience

In the temporal’s trials and trust the Lord is near

 

Jan Wienen

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