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1454-1469, Ephesians 4:14-16

Blessings
1454. Not feeling like reading the word, doing it anyway - feeling rejuvenated
1455. 3 construction paper/glitter snowmen on our fridge (made by daddy, blake & cole)
1456. the X song (the boys singing "I get an X" every time they say, please, thank you, or yes mommy - even though half the time they never actually add their Xs)
1457. Matt making me go to bed early despite my arguments against it - and him being right, it definitely feels better in the morning
1458. An incredibly fun and busy week, followed by a week of catch up...enjoying both (well, most of the time)
1459. Cole waking up from his nap and singing "happy day to you" - remembering we were heading to a birthday party
1460. Visiting old friends and being encouraged by new ones
1461. Being late (like getting somewhere halfway through), but still being welcomed and loved
1462. Superbowl parties, or as our church called it a "large screen viewing event"
1463. Avonlea asleep on her daddy's chest
1464. Church doodles by 3 year old artists
1465. Still needing a little extra "rejuvenation" and knowing I'm heading to the right place to get it - prayer (well half shower/half prayer) :) :) :)


Blessings in the word
1466. One day I will NO LONGER be an infant in the Lord
1467. The hope of learning how to SPEAK THE TRUTH IN LOVE
1468. The hope of GROWing TO BECOME IN EVERY RESPECT THE MATURE BODY
1469. SUPPORTING LIGAMENTs - so thankful for every member of my faith family


Ephesians 4:14 -16
14 Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming. 15 Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ. 16 From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.


Praying the word
Oh how I feel like an infant Christian in so many ways Lord.  I pray with all my heart that You teach me (and my friends and readers who have the same desire) how to stop being tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching.  Father God we long to learn how to speak the truth in love as we grow to become in every respect the mature body of...Christ.  Teach us how to work together and remind us that we, the whole body, are joined and held together by every supporting ligament. We would fall apart without each other, Lord.  Father, may we grow and build our body up in love as each of us does our work.

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