I find myself yelling at my girl-child far too often. And so, the only way I can combat this rising tide, the only way I know to stop a raging tongue and troubled spirit, is Truth. With a capital T.
So I’m going through the Proverbs and I am writing out every verse, every word on patience, on anger, on a wayward tongue.
And wouldn’t you know, before my eyes crawl over any of the above, I am pierced by Proverbs 3:3 … “Let not mercy and truth forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.”
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Theologically profound moments happen in the check out line at Walmart.
Yes, Walmart with my loud, handsy children who won’t.stop.asking.for.candy. Walmart when I want to meltdown just as much, if not more than they do. Or maybe it’s not Walmart. I’m a stay at mom with three kids six and under. My opportunities for sanctification come fast and furious.
Philippians 4:4 is a gentle reminder of what our hearts should look like, and why.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
We who claim to be Christ-followers we represent the gospel – of law AND grace – in every mundane moment.
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My favorite story to read my daughter is called You Are My I Love You. It’s lovely, and if you’ve never read it, please do.
Towards the end of the book, the mother tells her child,
“You are my new lines, I am your favorite story.”
The first time I read those words aloud, big fat tears were leaking onto the pages and my daughter was mildly alarmed at my sudden show of emotion.
It’s January now, a new year. And we write down all the things we want to do differently, and all the ways we want to be different.
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