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1375-1388, Ephesians 2:19-22

1375. Avonlea's cough is gone
1376. I believe God healed her (the fact that I believe this is a blessing in and of itself - even if it was actually just coincidence - I often and usually have doubts in the area of God as a healer...though His word makes it clear that He is)
1377. The sweetness of Avonlea's "talking" voice
1378. An unexpected sleepover (kids and all) with a dear friend
1379. Late night conversations
1380. Friends and their spouses that love the word of God 
1381. Matt helping me take care of sick kids in the middle of the night - without even being asked
1382. Matt doing all the laundry caused by the sick kids
1383. The million and one other things I'd love to write down right now

Scriptural Blessings
1384. I am not a FOREIGNER or a STRANGER to God
1385. I am a FELLOW CITIZEN with God's people
1387. My works (or lack thereof) are not the cornerstone of HIS HOUSEHOLD - but CHRIST JESUS HIMSELF is.
1388. IN HIM we ARE BEING BUILT - love, love, love that this is present tense and not past (we're works in progress).

Ephesians 2:19-22
Consequently, you are
no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household20 built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone.21 In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. 22 And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.

Praying the word:
Lord, when I am tempted to believe the enemies accusations, can you remind me that I am not a foreigner or a stranger, but a fellow citizen with Your people and members of Your household, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone.

I am thankful Lord that
In You I am being built together to become a dwelling in which You live by Your Spirit. There is something encouraging to me about the present tense of the words - are being reminds me that I am a work in progress and am not complete (nor am I supposed to be).  Thank you so much for that reminder and encouragement.


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