Fope's Blog

Some days I want to sit here and blog about how much I should be loving God and all. It's one of those days. Days when all the human diaries I have would only have half assed "aww...pele(s)" to offer. So I'm just here trying not diaritize the blog and focus on all that's going right. She had  has Instead of her regular Friday reminders, Today she remembers  W e looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—  our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself,  that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him,  that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole.     Through his bruises we get healed. We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.     We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And  God  has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,  on him, on