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1339-1353, Ephesians 2:6-10

1339. God RAISED US UP
1340. We are WITH HIM - the same HIM who lovingly created the entire universe

1341. The RICHES OF HIS GRACE are INCOMPARABLE...Nothing can compete with our God's grace
1342. His KINDNESS
1343. Though my FAITH is weak at times, I do have FAITH - and because of that (and that only) - I have been SAVED
1344. My salvation, A GIFT!
1345. I, me, Val, daughter, momma, wife, sister, friend am GOD's HANDIWORK - and by the way - so are you!
1346. He has CREATED me to DO GOOD WORKS - so He will give me the strength
1347. I am PREPARED  by and in Jesus Christ - whether I'm confident, or not - (though I know it is truly possible to be confident in Him)
1348.The January Joy Dare suggestions: Today - something above you, something below you, something beside you...
          My husbands (and God's cuz He gave me my husband) love...expressed through acts of service IE my pan rack :)

          Along this same line of thought - the wood floor he built beneath us (though he'd   never done it before)
          The book, The Open Church, though I haven't read it yet (and know its far from perfect) - it has inspired my husband and in so doing, has inspired me
1349. A wonderfully smooth day with my children - and the means to achieve the same thing today
1350. A nice evening with acquaintances - now friends
1351. Hannah's (in 1 Samual) heart
1352. Cole's buzz cut
1353. Avonlea's new tooth


Ephesians 2:6-10
 6 And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7 in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast. 10 For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

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