I Chose You

 


John 15:16

You did NOT choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that WHATEVER you ask the Father in My Name (Jesus), He (the Mighty God of Heaven) may give it to you.


As BELIEVERS in the Most High God of EVERYTHING…and steadfast FOLLOWERS of the King of Glory, Jesus…we sometimes fail to remember the miraculous transformation that we ALL went through the moment we accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior.  A Supernatural New Birth within the Spiritual Realm EXPLODED our Names throughout the vastness of ALL Creation…signifying that WE are now Citizens of Heaven…capable of utilizing the very same POWER of Jesus…that now resides within each of us…who now have the Holy Spirit dwelling within us.


Jesus CHOSE us as His very best to represent His Kingdom.  He had full confidence in the plans that our Heavenly Father designed for each of us personally…so that we could be successful in promoting the GOOD-THINGS of God.  His plans were Created to PROSPER our lives and give us a pathway to ALWAYS benefit from the BLESSINGS and FAVOR that can only flow from the heart of a gracious God.


Remember…it was Jesus Who said, “WHATEVER you ask the Father in My Name…He will give it to you.”

Have a BLESSED Tuesday Y’all!!!

VQ

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