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Untangled Relationship

Hello friends,
My first recording of a meditation is finally up! One day, God spoke to me about the topic of friends. Making friends and maintaining friendships can be difficult, especially in a foreign country.  I can say that I've been fortunate to have met a handful of good friends here in Poznan. In the Bible, Jesus makes an unconventional move when He calls His followers friends instead of servants (John 15:15). God already approved them. No striving necessary. Good friends never set out to get but always give. They love unconditionally through the eyes of God. Our friends will come and go from our lives. But God is always near, untangling our messes and bringing the love of a thousand friends. 

Note: A weed wacker is a motorized, garden tool used to trim the sides of lawns in the US.


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