I SOLD MY SOUL

I SOLD MY SOUL

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The Christian life is fun and adventurous. Whether you are called to be a martyr or a reformer or even both, it is fun and filled with Joy in the Holy Ghost. God is love and the Spirit sheds abroad the love of Christ in your heart once you accept Jesus. Love begins in the son and it is propelled by the wheels of the Spirit. Right from the Garden of Eden till now, God is always coming in the cool of the day to have some fun with his kids. Although the fall of man stole that away from him, but he just can't let us go that easily that is why he had to come as a man to come restore back the broken marriage. It is time for sons and daughters of Zion to tend to their altar and go deep into the Holy of Holies and have fun with our Daddy. You sold your soul to Jesus once you confessed him, let us love him. As you go on through the pages of this book, may your heart explode in love and the ecstasy of the Godhead communion trills fill your soul rims to overflowing.
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Jeanette Arthur had no idea what was going to happen to her when they opened the doors. Was she going to die? Or would she wish she was dead? She began to think that this kind of thing didn't happen to people like her, but she realized how wrong she was. This became her story's end the night she picked up those drinks. When she let herself step into that building, when she accepted that job and put on those clothes. They had made her believe she was important. Special. Worth loving. She had thought all these people wanted her, but they only wanted the lie she was selling. She knew this was no longer pretend. She was no longer in control, and she was no longer the one selling herself. She wanted someone to rewrite her story. So for the first time in her life, she raised up her hands, and she started to pray.

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