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Repentance is not a feeling. It is a direction. It is movement. 👇 It means movement back to the point of departure. How long has it been since you were really close with God? Since you laid at the altar and cried. Since you felt the conviction of going...

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Going outside the parameters of God’s Word means living, thinking, or acting N ways that disobey, ignore, or twist the teachings found N the Bible. That sounds exactly like you, Paula White. Maybe U should B the one repenting, laying at the altar & crying out to God 2 4give you.

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You LIVE "out of His word". Go back to your first husband or stay alone, CHEATER!

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🪽- Psssssss, the sheep and the goats are getting seperated soon. Waiting on @CNN to tell us who’s running. Bernie Sanders, or a Clinton.✍️✝️🩸 🔥-✅

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Amen. 🙏🏽 Repentance isn’t just feeling sorry it’s turning back to God and choosing a new direction. If you’ve drifted, the altar is still open. Come back to Him. ✝️📖

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🫶Repentance = Movement back to the point of departure . What a beautiful definition . Thank you @Paula_White

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アーメン!🙏

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Repentance is a journey back to God, not just an emotion. It's been too long since I felt that closeness myself. Your words are a reminder to return to the altar.

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This reframes repentance in a way that's both challenging and hopeful. It's not about emotional intensity or guilt; it's about orientation. Which way are you facing? Which way are you moving? The altar and the tears are real, but they're not the point. The point is the direction you choose after them.

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Amém

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I am blessed praise Jesus Christ

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AMEN

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