Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.
FROM THE FATHER'S HEART
My child, sin leaves you exposed to all kinds of catastrophes—like trudging through a blizzard in shorts or walking through hot coals barefooted. But My death, My blood, and My love form a covering for you. No longer can the sins of the past haunt you. Live in My joy and freedom and in My covering of love and forgiveness. My favor rests on those who have asked—and received—My forgiveness.
A GRATEFUL RESPONSE
Lord, You send a blanket of love, like new-fallen snow, to cover my life parched with sin. As time goes by, You melt each flake, never stopping to look underneath the covers. Soon blossoms appear where nothing grew before, as You replace the desert with springtime. You are my covering, Lord.
Is there a safer, warmer place to be than beneath the covering of God's arms?
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