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Be careful little tongue
Washing the dishes this morning, I accidentally sliced my finger on a rough edge of a pitcher lid. I groaned. Speaking from experience, a deep, bleeding gash on my fingers or hands is about the worst for a mom. For the next few days, I am going to have to think about every time I go to wash something or wash my hands. As a mom, this means pretty much every chore is going to require planning so I don’t use my weight in band-aids. ‘I am going to have to be intentional about how I use my hands,’ I thought. Then I felt that God-nudge, the way He usually…
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Old Man’s Rubble
Do you ever have a song from your childhood just echoing in your head? I had an old Imperials’ (lyrics here) song that came to mind today. I’m not completely sure I can explain why, but I feel like God put it on my heart. Reviewing the lyrics, thinking about the Biblical truths that surround them, felt like answers to some prayers I had for some dear friends of mine that I was preparing to fellowship with this evening. Take a moment, picture your heart as a home. What does it look like as a home for Jesus? Is it dark, dirty, cobwebs in the corners? When I close my…
