Dear God,
My Grandpa really loved You. He would tell me
stories about how You chose him to be one of Your followers when You came to
earth as a man. He was fishing in the boat with Great Grandpa (the one I'm
named after) and his brother and as soon as You called he got up and followed
(Matt 4:21-22). He got to go with You everywhere You went and even followed You
when the Jews captured You. He said that the people were so mean to You and
beat You and spit on You and there was nothing he could do to help You because
You chose to take that pain for us, so that we can be saved through You. I
don't understand it really, but he says that most horrible event was the best
one in history.
Not only did Grandpa John get to do everything with
you while You were alive, he also got to see You after You had died (John 21)
because You came back to life. And it doesn't stop there either, he also got
to prophecy for You. The things he said are so confusing, and scary. He
could not describe everything he saw, he got to see into heaven (Rev 4),
but it was so different from earth so he just tries to compare it to
things we know.
God, I cannot wait to get to heaven, because I know
it's real. I believe that You created the world and that You sent Your Son
Jesus. I believe that he was amazing and perfect, that he died for me, and rose
again. I believe it was all because of Your grace. And I am oh so thankful.
Redeemed, Zebedee
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