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Gina


Gina looked around the sitting room, her eyes registering the familiar things: a large flat screen TV, a comfortable loveseat that embraced you as you sank into it, the rug, plants, and paintings, all placed just so.

It was a good life, a happy life. Or was it? She sighed as she gazed unseeingly at the view across town. The emptiness, the nothingness, gnawed at her insides. A hundred questions clamored. She had no answers, but one thing she was sure of: she couldn't carry on like this anymore.

***

"Gina, that emptiness you feel inside, that's the space God wants to fill." Allie took a sip of coffee. "Why not give Jesus a chance?"
Gina added a sachet of sweetener to her cappuccino, and took her time answering. She studied her sweet friend's face. For years, Allie had been different. She shone, she bubbled. She exuded peace. And purpose.
"Allie, I don't know why I'm saying this, but please tell me more about your Jesus. I'm listening."

***

p.i.H.H

Dear Reader,

Do you too, feel empty inside? Do you feel hopeless or lonely? Or perhaps you feel that life lacks meaning. You may fear death and wonder what lies beyond the grave.

The best thing you can do is to start searching and asking questions. Don't be afraid to ask the biggest, scariest questions you have. God will answer you if you cry out to Him. He will lead you to His Son Jesus, who is the solution. You see, sin separates us from God and from heaven, but the cross, on which Jesus died, forms a bridge which allows us to cross over.

You cross that bridge by repenting of your sin, turning from it, and trusting in Jesus blood, His death on the cross, where He bore your sin, to save you.

The advice I like to give people, is that they should start reading the Bible at the book of John.

May God bless and keep you,
Alison

alison.westcoast@gmail.com 

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