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1324 - 1335, Ephesians 2:1-5

1324. Although we (believers) make mistakes - actively pursuing sin is not how we live, but how we USED TO LIVE
1325. Following the WAYS OF THIS WORLD is a part of our past, it is ok (expected even) to not fit  in and/or be "weird"
1326. ALL OF US lived among (and were) disobedient - pride should not be a factor (even though we may struggle with it)
1327. We are DESERVING OF RATH, BUT...BUT...BUT - So thankful for the "but"
1328. He has GREAT LOVE FOR US
1328. He is RICH IN MERCY
1329. He has made us ALIVE WITH CHRIST
1331. The January Joy Dare suggestions: Today - 3 yellow things that strike you as fresh mercy...
          - Bananas
          - The letter N (alphabet magnets)
          - Blake's soft building blocks, a yellow one just happened to be left out last night

1332. Reading the first chapter of 1 Samuel and being so encouraged
1333. Knowing my husband is reading and studying the same thing
1334. Figuring out a little more each day that "its not about me"
1335. People who are real, really really real.
1336. An unexpected visit from a friend
1337. Our children playing
1338. A new day

Ephesians 2:1-5

 As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, 2 in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. 3 All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our flesh[a] and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature deserving of wrath4 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy5 made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved


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