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CHURCH FAMILY: Turning to God 🙏✨️❤️

#schizoposting Instead of partying and drinking on a glorious Friday, we all decided to enjoy the Lord together, confessing our sins, and asking for forgiveness. None of us here are perfect. We are all sinners because of Adam. I felt welcomed and appreciated with my church family. We ALL love the Lord! #bloggersofinstagram #jesuschrist #prayerworks 

I just got home... showered, and just finished praying with one of my church sisters and life is good. I am so thankful for what God has done to me in my life. He has showered me with love. I confessed my sins to him and he forgave me, washing away the pain and guilt that comes with sin. As I stated, we are ALL sinners. I think this point is important because most people today have idols or people they look up to (YOU ARE NOT ALONE I ALSO LOVE CELEBRITIES) but God is asking us to put in the work to worship him because most humans are sinners. We all made mistakes and that shouldn't be the reason we turn away from God. Today's message in church was to repent of our sins and let God put in the work to healing your soul. He can release us of any pain or suffering we may be going through. 

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