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With God nothing is impossible...

Ramses got you down?

Need water in the wilderness? Or food? Or meat?

Need to cross the Red Sea but have no way of obtaining boats for 2 million of your closest friends?

Need to build a boat to get to the proverbial or actual promised land?

Or...

Do you want to draw closer to the Lord?

Do you want to change your life and live better?

Do you want to be more effective as a parent, child, brother, sister, spouse, teacher, professional, whatever?

Do you want to find greater joy and happiness and peace in this life, with a promise to receive eternal exaltation in the next?

With God, nothing is impossible.

Though our sins be as scarlet, they can be as snow; red like crimson sins will be washed clean in the blood of the Lamb.

God can even take someone like me and make out of my rough and unrefined state a tool that He can use to further His work.

Comments

LivingstonClan said…
I just want to note that I have noticed a definite change in your posts since becoming Bishop Cobabie. I like it, yet I miss your crazy rantings. I guess mostly I just miss YOU!! (being close that is) Love you brother of mine. And I need this post--BTW. Easy to forget sometimes.
Bill Cobabe said…
Thanks sis.

I'm sure the crazy rantings will come back - we've just been encouraged by our new stake president to read the Book of Mormon again and record our feelings - all by the next stake conference. Youngshin has been reading with the kids (since I'm gone most evenings :-( I don't get to participate much with them) but I have about 1/2 hour before work that I've been able to study some. It's really been nice...

I love you, too, sis. You made my day!

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