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Forsaking brooding to allow brewing time for my thoughts to be steeped with Him led me to thinking on procrastinating v.s. percolating. I’ve long flogged myself over my habitual procrastination about writing. Then the “Aha!” of the Lord came to me regarding His redemptive work; His ability to transform what has long hindered me. He turned my attention to spiritual application through illuminating a dictionary example:

Percolate: gradually spread or filter through as “when an idea percolates; gradually becomes well known”

I couldn’t miss His intent: The understanding that His thoughts have percolated through me, using my procrastination to blend my humanity with a touch of His Divinity, producing a fullness I lacked on my own.

Behold, HE’s doing a new thing
A familiar Scripture came to mind…

“Behold, I am doing a new thing; do you not perceive it?” From Is. 43:19

And the lesson therein is familiar too…the new can look like the old. Both procrastinating and percolating are waiting games. The former, fueled by fear; the latter, by His faithfulness

The Upside of Procrastination!
Simply put, I was well trained in the art of putting off writing…and He used that old practice as training ground for the new. He caused me to become aware that I was learning how to percolate; to partner more deeply with Him in writing and to wait for His “good to go” before hitting the Send button

Released from the old by practicing the new

“When I practice doing the new He has revealed to me, I become aware of His peace within me.“ Phil. 4:9 Personalized

Inner Knowing – God’s Early Warning System

“And let (allow) the soul harmony that comes from Christ rule/act as UMPIRE continually in your heart,
deciding and settling with finality all questions that arise in your mind. … And be thankful,
appreciative, giving praise to God always.” From Col. 3:15 Ampl.

Are you playing a waiting game? – then you’re game for the new He’s been preparing within you

“Call on Me and I will answer…” Jere. 33:3

Our part: To keep on listening for His still small voice that may come as a whisper; a spontaneous thought; an inner excitement about moving forward or an inner check cautioning us to wait; a word from a sermon, a friend – or an enemy for that matter; a billboard; a TV program or movie. His inner knowings are transmitted to us in surprising ways. And He WANTS us to hear His voice. As my friend Georgia has well said, “Pay attention to everything…and He will cause you to hear Him!” … even through what you see.

Been in a bit of a dry spell as far as a flow of thoughts spilling out on paper; well, computer. Thankfully, I’ve learned that this is not a brooding time, but brewing time. Rather than wrestling with my thoughts, I’ve allowed them to restfully steep within. All the while the Master Brewer is at work editing; bringing forth the essence, the full flavor of the words; but in much reduced numbers.

“My heart overflows with a goodly theme…” Ps. 45:1a Ampl.

But my themes readily overfloweth, thereby losing the essence.

Sadly, I walked out this same theme to extreme recently. I recognized the Father’s nudge to contact an old friend and I was eager for the connection. As it turned out, a bit too eager…

“…My tongue is as the pen of a ready writer.” Ps. 45:1b Ampl.

And I OVERflowed without editing my well-meant, but not all heaven-sent, words. I sincerely wanted to encourage my friend, but in the end, he extended grace to me by listening kindly to my barrage. I knew this was a Divine Appointment, but hadn’t been aware of His purpose for me. Another lesson in editing surfaced in the aftermath of our one-sided Aglow meeting.

This kind of overflow has gotta go
My Chief Editor was quick to personalize Rom. 12:11 for me. Rather than “Never lack in zeal; be aglow with the Spirit”, His urgent edit rang out:

“There are times tis wisdom to lack in zeal, the better to be aglow with the Spirit.”

On knowing the times and seasoning them a’right

In this winter season of my life, I’ve become intentionally bolder in my exchanges. Out of my desire to NOT run out if time before my timeline does, my living out loud went slightly awry as I ran amok verbally. I poured out the unkindness of an overdose of glad tidings as he was slogging through his Valley of Weeping.

And so…my EverReady Editor proffered this counsel:

“Singing cheerful songs to a person with a heavy heart is like taking someone’s coat
in cold weather or pouring vinegar on a wound.” Prov. 25:20 NLT

This verse took me back a lifetime ago when my heart was bleeding profusely over the pain in my family. My daughter’s friend came to cheer me up….by telling me all the marvelous blessings she was enjoying. Her smile and her sparkling eyes conveyed, “Feeling better now?!” Truly, she was unaware of the brutality of her supposed mercy mission.

My heart is tenderized afresh by this memory…and may it be so with you

May we seek to keep our raw milk of kindness*

in small containers, the better to pour out to others in digestible doses.

And may we invite the Holy Spirit to pasteurize our rawness, the better to serve others.

*the milk of human kindness (From Shakespeare’s play Macbeth).– natural kindness and sympathy shown to others

Originally May we seek to keep our unpasteurized (unprocessed by the Holy Spirit)….

Last line added also added after sending.

What’s that greenery I see? – 1-1-13

Winter isn’t usually the season to see fresh greenery. But I was seeing a sprout poking through hardened soil. Then I realized I was watching the Vinedresser surveying my inner being. The fresh greenery was a weed; the weed of doubt, an all too faithful perennial in the garden of my heart. This blight is a well-cultivated strain (and it’s been a strain) passed on from generation to generation…and it’s prone to poke it’s head into my business just when I’m ready to step out in fresh faith.

Did the word perennial catch your attention? Weeds, like our old ways, are perennials. Whether watered or no, they grow. If we water them with our attention, WOE unto us, rather than WHOA unto the weeds, cuz they are DETERMINED to grow.

Gardening by The Spirit
The Vinedresser didn’t offer 10 Holy Ghost tips on weed removal. Instead, He attended to my soul with these words:

“…The Father’s love is being shed abroad afresh in your heart by the Holy Spirit…” Rom. 5:5b Personalized

Then, “Will you receive this gift?” ( In other words, The Solution is NOT in the Problem.) So, I said “YES, double-dose me
with Your love.”

Weeds of the Soul
Negative thoughts, old mindsets, doubts and fears are the sturdiest inner weeds of all. Their one enemy is our choice to refuse to entertain them. Worrying, fretting or rehearsing is as Super-Gro.

Warning: Soul weeds are pushy
Weeds are well noted for their rapid growth and hardiness. So He watches for inner blights that seek to overtake us and is “our ever present Help in times of trouble” (Ps. 46:1) When there’s a soul weed sighting, He encourages us “to run to the Rock that is higher than I” (Ps. 61:2) and receive “More LOVE; more POWER; more of HIM in your life.” (Gardening tip from Michael W. Smith)

Blight Breakthrough
If what’s trying to breakthrough in the garden of your soul – your mind, will or emotions – looks familiar, but unwelcome, CHOOSE to SAY NO, I’m NOT going there again. AND prepare to be ruthless; rude, even; knowing that soul weeds are not polite. You’re in for a fight, but a fight well worth winning –as in developing diligence through your persistent NO to yielding to the blight warring within you. But fight the Good Fight HIS Way:

“Walk out your salvation (your inner struggle against soul blights, in this case)…
(But) NOT IN YOUR OWN STRENGTH for it is God Who is all the while effectually at work in you – energizing
and creating in you the power and desire – both to will and to work for His good pleasure…” From Phil. 2:12-13 Ampl.

Fess up now, don’t you tend to (as I have) camp in verse 12 on “walk out your salvation in fear and trembling”? while He is offering the POWER TOOL of RECEIVING MORE OF HIS LOVE and MORE OF HIS POWER.

My New Year’s Prayer for each of us: May our response to HIS LOVE be an ongoing resounding YES !

Christmas just around the corner; how can that be true?
New Years’ bells ringing in 2012 still echo within as if the year’s new
The weeks and then the months flew by…and the days flew even more,
Whilst I was a’wondering what this year would hold in store.

Translation: I’m not ready for Christmas. How about you?

I have more than one friend who starts preparing for – and celebrating – Christmas in Oct. I’m still at the Bah Humbug stage then over advertisers creeping ever earlier into this Holy Holiday with pushy promos of every kind. Not even Christ’s birth is elevated above the greed to use all things to sales’ advantage.

The oversell didn’t press my family to buy more; essentials used up our family budget. I grew up in a small Minnesota town, the youngest daughter in a family of 7. My father was the village mechanic and trash truck driver. Monthly pay, $72. Yet I never felt deprived. Recently, T. D. Jakes commented, “We didn’t know we were poor growing up”. Thankfully, we never had catsup for spaghetti sauce as the Jakes’ family did. Catsup is one of my least favorite condiments (right next to mustard). Even the smell gags me.

Two other un-favorites of mine from my Swedish background – served as Christmas specialties: pickled pigs’ feet and blood pancakes (the pigs having been slaughtered right outside our kitchen. Their squeals a horror and the tastes of the finished foods an affront to my taste buds and my sensibilities)

So what were my childhood Christmas joys? Delicious pork roast and GOBS of mashed potatoes…so I didn’t have to partake of the dreaded pigs’ feet. (And I was also able to wiggle my way around the mournful blood pancakes.) Playing outdoors on the almost guaranteed snowbanks (northern Minn., ya know.) Tree trimming on Christmas Eve right after returning from the Village Hall where Santa passed out boxes of Christmas candy. Attending Christmas Candlelight services with my sister Carole. The excitement of reaching for the fruits and nuts in our stockings and then eagerly opening our one small (utilitarian) gift each. The time was wonder-filled.

Ah, how sweet and simple. That’s how I like Christmas.

May we look for the best in the Christmas set before us, even if the trappings hold a variety of traps eager to sap our faith and joy. My daughter, Carlene, though her circumstances aren’t shouting, “Joy to the world”, called the other day to ask, “ Have you listened to the words of our Christmas carols?” then she sang to me, “O, Come all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant!…” adding, “That’s me, Faithful, Joyful, Triumphant.” I relish her bold faith. May each of us gift the Christ child with increased trust in Him, so He may continue to enlarge His abiding place within us.

After penning the devotion on “Entering His Rest in a time of unrest”, I discovered I’d left at least one reader in a state of unrest over The Solution is NOT in the Problem. Her question was,

Now what does THAT mean?
Well, THAT means “The solution to your problem is NOT in the problem. Not much help, huh? The
phrase is so familiar to me – downloaded into my hard drive of experiential truth – that, to me, it was self-explanatory. The question was an editorial incision; a reminder to clarify…so here goes…

The Solution is NOT in the problem simply put means…take your attention off of what you can’t figure out.” That explanation doesn’t answer the Why?, so let me try to answer the Why? Rehearsing
the problem – thinking it through over and over – in hopes of finding a solution decreases clarity. We get stuck in the muck of our muddle, making it a puddle of wasted tears and increasing fears. Like fast growing rice fields, our doubts sprout up suddenly and our spiritual clout is crowded out.

Whether the problem is MAJOR or lack of inner peace from a myriad of lesser concerns, His answer remains the same, “Trust Me.” (Have you noticed that His response often doesn’t actually answer our questions??? In fact, since He’s an economical God, I wonder at times if He has an automatic voicemail response, “Trust Me.” )

So what to do practically to keep focusing on trusting HIM instead of mulling over the problem like a dog gnawing on a meatless bone? Well, He has a way that helps guard our hearts against the yearning to gnaw a bit longer…

Re-focus … intentionally – Take personal responsibility for your thoughts.

“Be continually renewed in the spirit of your mind—having a fresh mental and spiritual attitude;
Put on the new nature (the regenerate self)…rejecting all falsity…’
From Eph. 4:23-25 Amplified

CHOOSE to practice trusting Him…THEN PRACTICE! The ACTION OF PRACTICING (following through on your decision) will begin to displace the old (and unproductive) practice of gnawing on the problem.

“Whatever is true….worthy of praise…think on and take account of these
things…fix your mind on what is true. Practice (doing this)…model your way
of living on it and the God of Peace will be with you.”
From Phil. 4:8-9 Amplified

Become Choice-activated and experience The Power of Choice
Amazing Grace! As we practice thinking on what is Truth, we become aware of His Peace within us and our inner being hums, “It is well with my soul.” When we remain anxious, the clamoring of our fears creates dissonance within and distances us from awareness of His Presence.

I’m a permissional person…to a fault. Don’t want to step on any one’s toes etc. (Although there are those who believe I ALWAYS speak my mind with or without permission. So few really know us, huh?) The exception for me (from my view) is when I know the Lord has sent me on an assignment, then, as the songs goes, “There ain’t no mountain high enough….” nor “Permission NOT Granted” loud enough to zip my lip nor slow my flow.

Sometimes permission comes in unexpected ways. For me, this particular permission to almost not be came to me by, literally, not being able to do. Even the flame within to do has flickered, giving way to the utter “you cannot not” because there is no fuel for the doing.

And the season came in a time of many rich blessings and many fresh ideas regarding the remainder of my life; what will become my history. Obviously not a bad season; just one not recognized as soon as I’m sure He had wished. There were warning signs, but they are oft more clearly seen in hindsight. Nevertheless, the Lord interrupted with His giant Pause button.

The word “dormant” came to me, so, of course I looked it up. The definition that called to me: temporarily quiescent. What’s quiescent? Tranquilly at rest. Not a forever thing. He’s impressing on me the temporarily is meant to be practice time so the temporary becomes permanent; the norm.

I have the sense of being in Spiritual ICU (where my permission was SO not an issue with Him). My cubicle is posted with a “Check in with the Dr. before entering to visit.” Some encounters may be just what the Dr. ordered, like a handful of people who nourish with their presence – even if they enter to be encouraged. Curiously, some outings are Dr. Approved and energizing; like our Thanksgiving gathering; even going out and about on occasion. But still I have to check in with Him rather than trusting the mountain of “Shoulds” that remain within me. His Word promises to “level every mountain…”. And perhaps He is at work leveling this particular mountain so that He can readily “lift up every valley”; all that is pressed down and unfulfilled within me.

Bill Billheimer’s old book “Don’t Waste Your Sorrows” wisely cautions that there is much; and I add, “there is mulch”; in our sorrows, if we will let the sorrow sift down and lubricate our soul’s dry places with our tears. But neither our Father, nor Bill, for that matter, recommends remaining overly long in our grief, beyond fully experiencing it. Psalm 84 offers us a marvelous SO THAT to going through our times of mourning: SO THAT we may again go from strength to strength:
Blessed is the man or woman whose strength is in You.
Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca/Weeping
They make it a spring (with their tears; honest grieving)
The rain (the rain and the reign of the Holy Spirit)
also covers the earth (of their souls)
The pilgrims go from strength to STRENGTH.
Ps. 84:5-7a NASB (added thoughts in parentheses)
There is a season for everything…and sometimes the season is just a time to be re-seasoned; to soak in what was, to be prepared for what will be…or even to let go of what was, to become free for what will be.

May we all recognize our seasons; taste them; embrace them; and not waste them. And may we be very aware that, as His sheep, He leads us INDIVIDALLY according to our needs and His plans. We are not just one of the herd, but lovingly belong to the One Who has heard and will always hear our every bleat. Though at times, His responses seem distant and mute; His responses are never moot (an irrelevant argument).

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart…and He WILL direct your path.”
From Proverbs 3:5-6

News reports are swirling around us as our Election Day nears. Sadly the reports aren’t necessarily factual. Mudslinging seems to be the preferred topic for some rather than offering solutions to national concerns…ditto for the mud we sling at ourselves rather than pursuing peace about our inner concerns.
Remember…the SOLUTION is NOT in the problem:
“Think on what is good and true and noble. And as you practice this, the God of peace will be with you.” Paraphrase of Philipians.:4-8-9
This Scripture may sound simplistic…so simplistic that we can easily pass on applying it to our lives. “Fighting the good fight” of wrestling with the problems at hand…especially the problems within…seems so noble; so valiant. But rather than freeing us from our inner slavery, the wrestling enslaves us the more. What we rehearse becomes a curse not easily broken.
I offer my life as a negative example. My father’s ongoing disapproval of women was the birthplace of my fear-based view of life. I readily picked up his verbal whip to keep myself in line. Knowing I couldn’t look to him for affirmation and protection, fear extended its borders within me. And self-protection became my defense. I had yet to know the Lord as my Defender (Ex. 15:2; Ps. 118:14; Is. 12:2).
My journey into trusting the Father was a looong one, simply because I didn’t have anyone to show me the way, even though I’d been in church since early childhood. There’s much more to learning not to fear than being told, “Do not fear”. Thankfully, the Lord brought Dr. Lester Lee into my life thirty some years ago to put me on the path of learning how to exercise my faith.
Hoping will not make it so. Hoping without faith is groping; like grasping at straws.
“Faith is the SUBSTANCE of things hoped for…the EVIDENCE of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1
I had to strengthen my faith by intentionally choosing to trust Him (beginning with small matters). First the choice and then my voice echoing my choice…and then practicing believing. My hope was that my choice would bring immediate relief from fear and immediate increase in faith. To repeat, hoping did not make it so. Neither did my fears flee at the sound of my choice. Therein was my battle for faith; tuning out the clamoring of my fears with dedicated trust and pushing through those fears for the gain of deeper faith.
Only the Word held the remedy to going beyond where I was spiritually:
“When you are afraid, put your trust in Me; choose to trust Me” Paraphrase Psalm 56:3-4
“Come into My rest by mixing what you know of Me with faith; with your choice to believe in Me” Hebrews 4:2
“Practice what you’ve learned and the God of peace will be with you” Philippians 4:9 Amplified
His same counsel applies to our national concerns. If we’re fearful; we need to choose to trust Him rather than yield to our fears. We enter His rest by choice; adding faith to what we know about Him. And we give voice to our choice to trust Him through standing for godly values and by voting according to those values. Then “having done all we know to do, STAND” …and trust that the outcome will be good…even if the outcome doesn’t look like our kind of good. Take note of 1 Peter 3:9 Amplified;
“If you would have good days – good whether apparent or not – speak no evil”
Sobering thought that our fears are evil; sinful. (“Anything done apart from faith is sin” Romans 12:23)
May we mix what we know of our Lord with words of faith.
rather than mixing words of fear with what we know of the world

The Lord has a way of cutting through the haze in my life to confirm the leading He’s given me as if He’s saying, “Can you hear Me now?” True to form, after the theme for ED#29 came to me, His nudges came to me from other sources. Very important to note that I didn’t research for confirmation; the echoes just came to me in the course of my day. ‘While taking a short break, I turned the TV on and heard a sermon on “The Best of Life Will Come out of the Worst of Life”. Then, the first e-mail on my new laptop had the same topic.

My theme is a familiar one: “The Solution is NOT in the Problem” even though that’s where we most often search for the way out of what we’ve gotten into. We ponder and wonder; theorize and agonize; doubt and pout (“Where IS God in all this?”) wasting valuable time and emotional energy in mulling over the details of our dilemma.

The waves of life are sure to knock us over if our gaze becomes fixed on our dire circumstances; much like Peter. Remember the Matt. 14 account? When the disciples’ boat was buffeted by waves and wind, they saw Jesus walking on the water. Peter cried out, “Tell me to come to you.” And He said, “Come.” And while WALKING ON WATER !!! – doing what is impossible without God ! – Peter chose to look down at the waves he had already overcome by fixing his eyes on Jesus. When Peter deflected his gaze, he began to sink and to blubber, “Lord, save me.” And Jesus immediately reached out his hand to rescue Peter while saying, “O you of little faith. Why did you doubt?” His same words echo within us when we become faith wobblers.

I’m grateful for “the rest of the story” recorded in Matt. 16:18: “I tell you, you are Peter (Petros; a large piece of rock) and on this rock, I will build by church.” Take notice that Jesus told Peter who he was. He is eager to do the same for each of us. Are we listening?.

When I reflect on my life, the best of times have most often begun with the worst of times, although I usually saw the connection in hindsight. One example (though far from our most dire): With 10 months left before retiring from the Navy, my husband received transfer orders. We were already stationed in our retirement place of choice; bought a home; nursed a ragweed lawn into a dichondra thing of beauty. We were faced with uprooting our family and find tenants willing to rent short term and take care of our home. The Navy would bear the cost of moving us to San Francisco and then back to San Diego in less than a year. I was fuming over our unnecessary uprooting and, more so, at the Navy’s waste.

Where did I vocalize my fuming? Easier question, where I did not. From family and friends to our Senator and House Representative and all points in between. All to no avail. Turns out the transfer orders were from His hand not the Navy commandant.

Enter Wanda, my neighbor on Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay. Wanda fed me the Word and introduced me to the fullness of the Spirit. Her joy in the Lord overflowed into me. And she was FUN too…another skill I sorely needed! Would that I had allowed that valuable experience to inoculate me against doubt for life. Sadly. He’s had to remind be many times over the years to:

“Trust in Me with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Me, and I will direct your path.”
Prov. 3:5-6

My morning devotions found me laughing out loud when a surprising scenario wafted across my imagination. I was reading a devotion titled “Are You Drifting?” And my thoughts were doing just that. But the author’s explanation of the Jewish Midrash brought me back to full attention…giving definition to my drifting. I was having a Midrash Moment.
Midrash – rabbinic literature that provides a “back story” or explains the motivations of God and man, imagining their inner lives..
A midrash might be called an “aha!” but for me, it goes beyond that to “awe-ha” … a peek into God’s sense of humor; a quizzical Spiritual insight;.
The text was from Gen. 2:18-22. Verse 18 – “It is not good that man should be alone. I will make him a helper comparable to him.” And Verse 21-22 – “And the Lord caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam … God took one of his ribs … and He made the rib into a woman…”
Now what tickled my ribs was in the verses in between: To paraphrase Verse 19 – “God formed all the beasts of the field and birds of the air and brought them to Adam to see what he would name them. And every living creature was named by Adam.”
Midrash Moment in the making
I started to giggle over the Lord’s wisdom. Can you imagine the upheaval if He had created Eve before the naming of the animals and charged Adam AND Eve with naming the animals TOGETHER. An “Oi vey”, indeed. The atmosphere would have been charged with disagreement and pleas of “No that definitely doesn’t fit.” “Why would you call him THAT???” “How about ____?” (“Oi vey” means “oh, pain” and, guaranteed, there would have been pain a-plenty.) Are you kidding me?” You’ve GOT to see the humor here. Some couples can’t even agree on the name of one child.
I love being in good company, so my thoughts turned to Sarah and her laughter. We have two things in common: laughter and advanced age. I re-read Gen.18:12 and took note that “Sarah laughed within.” And there we parted company, I guffawed out loud.
Laughter is good medicine
“What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.” – Yiddish Proverb
They both cleanse, refresh and invigorate.

Midrash layman definition: Behind the scenes quizzical insights;
getting in on God’s sense of humor

Thoughts concerning quizzical insights and God’s sense of humor have been tickling the edges of my mind since the last devotional. It became obvious that I wasn’t through with Midrash meanderings.

The niggling was around Adam’s solo assignment (naming of the animals). Can’t you picture the scene if God had given the job to man AND woman? (I have a mind cartoon of the outcome, so I have to chuckle with God on this one,) Between woman’s desire to name each animal EXACTLY right (OBVIOUSLY requiring many questions and suggestions) and man’s bent to “Just get the job done”, Paradise might have been lost before the serpent intruded.

I identify – and my husband would testify – to my relentless bent toward questions and suggestions. The need to explore all sides and get “it” right runs high within me. And his singlemindedness is JUST as relentless. Case in point: His major – only – concern as we enter church is to get the job done. He looks neither to the right nor to the left as he sets out to “kill the bear” (conquer our seats). After that, he is fully available to meet and greet others.

There are some matters in life like “(Just) name the animals, Adam” that just need to get done. (I’m not sure procuring our seats in church is one of them!) There are other matters –as in relational matters – where mutual consideration and cooperation is the path most profitable.

I considered considering another scene in the garden …The Apple Scene (not to be confused with today’s Apple frenzy … the savvy serpent salesman slithering up to the woman to tempt her. Why did he go to the woman? Why did the man eat of the fruit too? There’s a whole lot of Midrash going on behind the scenes. But I’ll leave that as an opportunity for the reader to seek quizzical insights into God’s sense of humor.

There’s enough Midrash to be discovered in the Genesis of relationships to go around on both sides of the marriage or political aisle. (Both parties accomplish more when they reach across the aisle in goodwill. The same holds true in every type of relationship.)

The lost art of relationship, whether marriage or politics; family or friendship; employer and employee; co-worker and co-worker; seems to be trusted partnership. Relationships are meant to provide equal opportunity to prefer the other if both will relent from their wayward bents. In matters relational (the stuff life is made of) mutual consideration is the path most profitable.

“Be kind to one another; tenderhearted; forgiving one another
as God in Christ forgave you.” Eph. 4:32

Postscript to E-motional Devotional #28 – Midrash Momentum – 10-7-12

There was another niggling going on within me as I hit the Send key. And this morning
came the “Aha!” I needed to include Scriptures about mutuality:

‘ There should be no division or discord or lack of adaptation to each other,
but the members should have mutual interest in and care for
each other.” From 1 Cor. 12:25 Amplified

“…may we be mutually strengthened and encouraged and comforted by each other’s faith” From Rom. 1:12 Amplified
So let us then definitely aim for and eagerly pursue what makes for harmony and for mutual upbuilding (edification and development) of one another.” From Rom. 14:19 Amplified

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