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Different Somehow

Deuteronomy 7:6

“For thou art an holy people unto the LORD thy God: the LORD thy God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto himself, above all people that are upon the face of the earth.” 

King James Version (KJV)


Different somehow.  Just different. And at long last I feel good about “my differences.” 



Jesus said “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” - John 8:32


The truth. The whole truth. God has helped me. 

Different. I am different.  I have been brought down through the years, up to this present time by the Lord who made me, knows all about me. The songwriter penned: “He knows my name. Oh, how He walks with me. Oh, how He talks with me. Oh, how He tells me that I am His own.”


Peculiar. Different somehow. One body with many members. God’s set apart folks. Each one unique and equal in the sight of God. 


Free to be different. Somehow…The Spirit of God prompts me. He provides for me. He reminds me that God has given me an assignment to live from faith to faith. 


God is Almighty. God is Righteous. 

God. Jesus. Holy Ghost. Blessed Trinity. 

They know my name. 


Be encouraged today to walk in the newness of life. You are different. Somehow. No one can live the life that is yours. None other can take your talents.  You have been planted. Bloom. 


You will make a difference somehow. Shine. Shine. Keep shining. That little light Jesus gave to me, I am going to let it shine. 


Somehow. Different. I am.


God bless!

In Christ,


Sis. Stephanie 









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