Tag Archives: Mark 2:1-12

Bringing My Mother to Jesus

A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. They gathered in such large numbers that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to … Continue reading

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Always

Before He said the words,before I was lowered through the roof,before I became sick and paralyzed,before my first transgression,before I was even born,I was loved.I was forgiven. Before I picked up my matand walked,I was whole.I was enough.I didn’t need … Continue reading

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