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GAH. thankful is an understatment.

I watched this mini movie thing about a family of 5 kids whose dad went missing after their mum died, and they were dealing with a whole bunch of problems. In the video, each of the 5 kids turned to different things to deal with their problems- relationships, drugs, parties, games, art.

It really reminded me of how thankful I am to have received God's grace during my difficulties. If not for Christ, I probably wouldn't be here right now. If not for Christ, my life would've been utterly meaningless.
BUT, Christ died for me. Insignificant, little me. Me, a sinner. I can't even begin to imagine the suffering he went through-and how insignificant my suffering is compared to his. Such amazing grace. Such love.
Thank you.

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.- Romans 5:8

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