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1389 - 1402, Ephesians 3:1-6

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1389. Avonlea is rolling over every time I put her on her belly (after not even being interested in rolling over for months)
1390. Lately, I'm not just talking/preaching to myself  about God's grace, I am genuinely feeling it
1391. The movie Courageous - and a hubby who brought it home and watched it with me
1392. The fact that Matt is such a good dad that I didn't even feel like he would need to sign a "resolution" as suggested on Courageous, he already lives that way
1393. Getting a little bit of tax prep done
1394. Google docs
1395. A writer's analogy comparing parenting with climbing Mt Everest - its amazing, wonderful, SOOO worth it - but sometimes its just hard...and thats ok!
1396. The fact that at this exact moment, I am enjoying the view

Scriptural Blessings1397. I HAVE HEARD about GOD's GRACE
1398. The MYSTERY OF CHRIST
1399. I am an HEIR
1400. Not by works, but THROUGH THE GOSPEL
1401. I am a MEMBER of ONE BODY
1402. We (if you are a believer) are SHARERS TOGETHER IN THE PROMISE

Ephesians 3:1-6
1 For this reason I, Paul, the prisoner of Christ Jesus for the sake of you Gentiles—
2 Surely you have heard about the administration of God’s grace that was given to me for you, 3 that is, the mystery made known to me by revelation, as I have already written briefly. 4 In reading this, then, you will be able to understand my insight into the mystery of Christ, 5 which was not made known to people in other generations as it has now been revealed by the Spirit to God’s holy apostles and prophets. 6 This mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus.

Praying the word
Thank you Lord that I(we) have heard about your grace!  Thank you for speaking to Paul and revealing to him that through the gospel we are heirs together with Israel. I know I've kind of been harping on this "not by works" thing, but I truly am thankful that we are heirs...through the gospel not through perfection.  I am also so thankful Lord that I am not alone in this but we are members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus.  Lord Jesus, THANK YOU SO MUCH for my faith family.
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  1. MeredithJanuary 25, 2012 at 8:51 PM

    This is awesome.

    I love:
    #1390, that you are blogging more frequently again, that we have had a chance to "chat" two days in a row, that you are pointing me to God, that you are my sister in SO many ways except the biological one, that your kids are adorable, that our husbands have known each other forever, (this might have been better in list form because I am NOT running out), the WHOLE scriptural blessings section 1397 - 1402 - how awesome was that?

    Anyway.
    I love you.

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