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1372-1374, Ephesians 2:14-18

Pondering: I am often tempted to fall into the false belief that if I do my absolute best for God, life will go smoother and I will find more rest.  Lately I feel Him calling me to do the opposite (or at least in the opposite order).   He seems to be whispering - Rest IN ME that I may do my best in you.  Living with guilt, feelings of failure, and an "if I just try harder" mentality is SO far from what He has for us.  And yet, for me, it is SO easy to fall into.  So today, if/when those feelings of failure creep in (which more than likely are directly from the enemy), I am going to ask Him to teach me how to Rest IN HIM that He might do His best in Me.

1372. The January Joy Dare suggestions: January 15 - one thing you wore, one thing you gave away, one thing you shared...
          My bath robe
          My heart - first to my God, then to my husband
          My thoughts - with you
1373. The January Joy Dare suggestions: January 16 - three ways you witnessed happiness today
          A daddy enjoying his children
          Children enjoying their daddy
          The boys singing "Manamana" by the muppets
1374. The January Joy Dare suggestions: January 17 - one gift that made you laugh, one gift that made you pray, one gift that made you quiet
          A friend and I screaming our heads off because a cat jumped on our car
          Children
          Me, quiet? I'll have to give this one some extra thought :) :) :)

Ephesians 2:14-18
14 For he himself is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, 15 by setting aside in his flesh the law with its commands and regulations. His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace16 and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. 17 He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.





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