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Go After Them



The Lord has really put a burning in my heart for those who have been rejected ......
For those who continue to return to their life of old...
The ones that run....
The ones that hide....
The abused, beaten and scorned ....
And yes, the ones who constantly ride the fence.

Today as I listened for God's voice, I am reminded of Gomer. 
How many times did she return to her old life of harlotry ?
And many times did Hosea go after her??
Scripture doesn't give us an exact number of times, just that she left.
 What it does say is God instructs Hosea to love her again.....

Hosea 3:1
The Lord said to me, " Go,show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by another man and is an adulteress. Love her as the Lord loves the Israelites, though they turn to other gods and love the sacred raisin cakes."


As the body of Christ, how many Gomer's do we have placed in our lives? 
Do we go after them time and time again?........
Or after a certain amount of time, wash our hands of them?
At one time or another we have all been a "Gomer"....
Running from what our daddy God has for us.....
But He never gave up.
If you have had a Gomer placed in your life, I encourage you to love them just as Christ loves you.....
 Just as He loves us all. 
No matter how many times they run and fall.....
No matter how many times they prostitute themselves to the world.......
Go after them....
And love them again!!!!

xoxoxo
Stacey

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