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Sunday, June 10, 2012
David, what the heck are you slowing down for?
The sun was bright and the sky was that clear blue color dotted only by a few white puffy clouds; beckoning all to come away and enjoy the day. And so, my husband and I took advantage of the rare spontaneous moment and decided to go for a bike ride together. It had been nearly two years since our last bike ride.
I was not in the best of shape, as a year and a half of cancer and its treatments had taken a toll on my body. Yet, I was determined to do something active with my husband. Finding any time to do something "fun" with my husband was a feat in and of itself. Sharing him with many children, a grandson, and three jobs often left us to logistical conversations and brief kisses as we crossed paths. So this was an opportunity to be seized!
The new bike was an effortless ride. The breeze was just enough to dance and tickle around my body as it burst forward through time and space. My dearly beloved ahead of me, leading the way, filled me with contentment as I followed. Speed picked up and I was just getting "into" the enjoyment of the day. Then, I saw my leader slow down.
The words in my head whined, No(!) David, what the heck are you slowing down for?...I am just getting going and I am liking this...why are you making me stop and lose my momentum!
David stopped the bike totally. As I slowed to a stop just behind him, he leaned over sideways and picked a daisy from the side of the path and extended it to me with a smile and twinkle of love in his eyes. Daisies are my favorite and he knew it!
My heart melted and I returned a gentle kiss as he tucked the flower stem under my spandex strap. In seconds we were off again enjoying the day - sunshine, blue sky, and breeze. As I took in the view of my husband in the lead I gave an audible thank you to my Father in Heaven.
I was reminded of God's divine interruptions in my life; the moments when He slows things down and stops things with the purpose of showing or teaching me something. I am often whining in my head, No, Lord, why are you doing this...I am just getting going on my own way here.... But, like my husband modeled today, my Father God extends to me things that He knows will delight me; things that will touch my heart in just the right way to impress upon me His presence and His love for me.
Philippians 4:4 calls me to "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice." My Father delights in me simply because He made me, I am His, and I love Him. All because of the purposeful pick of a daisy I am rejoicing in the Lord! He is such a cool bless-er!
Isn't it great to know that God knows exactly what will delight us in a day?!
I was not in the best of shape, as a year and a half of cancer and its treatments had taken a toll on my body. Yet, I was determined to do something active with my husband. Finding any time to do something "fun" with my husband was a feat in and of itself. Sharing him with many children, a grandson, and three jobs often left us to logistical conversations and brief kisses as we crossed paths. So this was an opportunity to be seized!
The new bike was an effortless ride. The breeze was just enough to dance and tickle around my body as it burst forward through time and space. My dearly beloved ahead of me, leading the way, filled me with contentment as I followed. Speed picked up and I was just getting "into" the enjoyment of the day. Then, I saw my leader slow down.
The words in my head whined, No(!) David, what the heck are you slowing down for?...I am just getting going and I am liking this...why are you making me stop and lose my momentum!
David stopped the bike totally. As I slowed to a stop just behind him, he leaned over sideways and picked a daisy from the side of the path and extended it to me with a smile and twinkle of love in his eyes. Daisies are my favorite and he knew it!
My heart melted and I returned a gentle kiss as he tucked the flower stem under my spandex strap. In seconds we were off again enjoying the day - sunshine, blue sky, and breeze. As I took in the view of my husband in the lead I gave an audible thank you to my Father in Heaven.
I was reminded of God's divine interruptions in my life; the moments when He slows things down and stops things with the purpose of showing or teaching me something. I am often whining in my head, No, Lord, why are you doing this...I am just getting going on my own way here.... But, like my husband modeled today, my Father God extends to me things that He knows will delight me; things that will touch my heart in just the right way to impress upon me His presence and His love for me.
Philippians 4:4 calls me to "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice." My Father delights in me simply because He made me, I am His, and I love Him. All because of the purposeful pick of a daisy I am rejoicing in the Lord! He is such a cool bless-er!
Isn't it great to know that God knows exactly what will delight us in a day?!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Eat the green goopy stuff!
My youngest daughter is a very uniquely created child. She is the youngest of nine children, has the most creative thinker, and loves God's creatures. A few summers ago, she went on daily quests to find and hunt down toads. One in particular toad was named "Toady"; she cradled him, pet him, talked to him, caught bugs for him, and made him a habitat. It was a very sad moment when we had to let "Toady" go. She cried and mourned for several days.
One of my oldest sons got married three years ago. The reception took place in a lovely hall with chandeliers and large windows overlooking lush green rolling hills. Three of my young daughters were flower girls and looked as beautiful as all flower girls do. Everyone was enjoying the company, the music, the dancing and all the usual wedding festivities. My youngest daughter was totally engaged.....in tiny little black beetles that she had found crawling on one of the large window sills. She was collecting them in a glass. She was preoccupied for most of the reception as she went around showing off her collection to any guest that would give her ear. Reluctantly she left them at the hall when it was time for us to leave.
This is the daughter who asks for more "worms and blood" when we are having spaghetti and sauce for supper, who wishes she could get shrimp for pets, searches the internet for turtles and turtle supplies - making lists and prices - hoping one day I will give in and purchase them for her. She also once painted a white spot on a snapping turtle that happened by our yard one day so if he came by again we would recognize him......
It was her ninth birthday this past April and we asked her what she'd like for a gift. She responded in all honesty, "cactus plants and butterflies." My mom got the cactus plants and I got the butterflies -- well it actually was a butterfly screen house with an order form for caterpillars. We filled out the form and my little girl anxiously waited for the caterpillars to arrive in the mail. They finally were delivered and she excitedly watched as they ate and ate and ate some green goopy stuff in little plastic sealed cups; starting out they were very tiny 1/4" wormy things but grew fat and long and very caterpillary very quickly. The caterpillars then attached themselves to the top of the lid and hung upside down and in a matter of a day or so became lifeless brown corpses. Carefully we placed them into the screen house and waited. Like those Dr. Suessy children that sat by the window watching the rain, my daughter watched these chrysalises hang and do nothing ...for days and days and days. Then, without warning, the butterflies emerged flapping their wings and fluttered around the screen house. They were perfect. They were beautiful. She enjoyed them immensely for about a week and then was willing to let them go free and enjoy the sweet flowers and expanse of sky that God had intended the butterflies to be a part of. The wonder and satisfaction on her young face was precious. It was an exquisite birthday gift.
I was reflecting on these moments with my daughter and I was reminded of how our Creator delights us with creatures and nature. I was reminded of how He makes everything beautiful in His time; ""He has made everything beautiful its time," Ecclesiastes 3:11. He takes even us weeny wormy humans and provides all that we need to turn us into beautiful new creatures; like the caterpillar, we have to eat the green goopy stuff and we too have to go through drab brown seemingly lifeless periods of time in order to be transformed. However, unlike the caterpillar and butterfly, we are in constant transformation as we are being molded into the image of Christ. I am realizing that it is during those seemingly lifeless situations that most of the growth and renewing happens; the green goopy stuff then is put to full use. The green goopy stuff is His Word and we need to eat it! It is full of the life giving nutrients we need to grow in Him; Just as Romans 12:2b calls us to "..be transformed by the renewing of your mind." The drab, brown seemingly lifeless moments are those hard times that we go through - when we lean on and stand on the Word of God and exercise the full use of His Word; He crafts and transforms us, making us beautiful in His time. More freedom is found as we are released from our chrysalises. Each transformation brings us closer to the understanding of what God's will is for us: " Then you will be able able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will," Romans 12:2c. I imagine the delight on the face of God as He watches us flutter - exercising our wings - as we engage in the paths and places He intended for each of us, reflecting His image. It is good. It is pleasing. It is His perfect will.
I am thankful for my daughter who so often points me to reflect upon God's creation. In turn, I am then pointed to His truths. Moral of this story: Eat the green goopy stuff!
One of my oldest sons got married three years ago. The reception took place in a lovely hall with chandeliers and large windows overlooking lush green rolling hills. Three of my young daughters were flower girls and looked as beautiful as all flower girls do. Everyone was enjoying the company, the music, the dancing and all the usual wedding festivities. My youngest daughter was totally engaged.....in tiny little black beetles that she had found crawling on one of the large window sills. She was collecting them in a glass. She was preoccupied for most of the reception as she went around showing off her collection to any guest that would give her ear. Reluctantly she left them at the hall when it was time for us to leave.
This is the daughter who asks for more "worms and blood" when we are having spaghetti and sauce for supper, who wishes she could get shrimp for pets, searches the internet for turtles and turtle supplies - making lists and prices - hoping one day I will give in and purchase them for her. She also once painted a white spot on a snapping turtle that happened by our yard one day so if he came by again we would recognize him......
It was her ninth birthday this past April and we asked her what she'd like for a gift. She responded in all honesty, "cactus plants and butterflies." My mom got the cactus plants and I got the butterflies -- well it actually was a butterfly screen house with an order form for caterpillars. We filled out the form and my little girl anxiously waited for the caterpillars to arrive in the mail. They finally were delivered and she excitedly watched as they ate and ate and ate some green goopy stuff in little plastic sealed cups; starting out they were very tiny 1/4" wormy things but grew fat and long and very caterpillary very quickly. The caterpillars then attached themselves to the top of the lid and hung upside down and in a matter of a day or so became lifeless brown corpses. Carefully we placed them into the screen house and waited. Like those Dr. Suessy children that sat by the window watching the rain, my daughter watched these chrysalises hang and do nothing ...for days and days and days. Then, without warning, the butterflies emerged flapping their wings and fluttered around the screen house. They were perfect. They were beautiful. She enjoyed them immensely for about a week and then was willing to let them go free and enjoy the sweet flowers and expanse of sky that God had intended the butterflies to be a part of. The wonder and satisfaction on her young face was precious. It was an exquisite birthday gift.
I was reflecting on these moments with my daughter and I was reminded of how our Creator delights us with creatures and nature. I was reminded of how He makes everything beautiful in His time; ""He has made everything beautiful its time," Ecclesiastes 3:11. He takes even us weeny wormy humans and provides all that we need to turn us into beautiful new creatures; like the caterpillar, we have to eat the green goopy stuff and we too have to go through drab brown seemingly lifeless periods of time in order to be transformed. However, unlike the caterpillar and butterfly, we are in constant transformation as we are being molded into the image of Christ. I am realizing that it is during those seemingly lifeless situations that most of the growth and renewing happens; the green goopy stuff then is put to full use. The green goopy stuff is His Word and we need to eat it! It is full of the life giving nutrients we need to grow in Him; Just as Romans 12:2b calls us to "..be transformed by the renewing of your mind." The drab, brown seemingly lifeless moments are those hard times that we go through - when we lean on and stand on the Word of God and exercise the full use of His Word; He crafts and transforms us, making us beautiful in His time. More freedom is found as we are released from our chrysalises. Each transformation brings us closer to the understanding of what God's will is for us: " Then you will be able able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will," Romans 12:2c. I imagine the delight on the face of God as He watches us flutter - exercising our wings - as we engage in the paths and places He intended for each of us, reflecting His image. It is good. It is pleasing. It is His perfect will.
I am thankful for my daughter who so often points me to reflect upon God's creation. In turn, I am then pointed to His truths. Moral of this story: Eat the green goopy stuff!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Bookend the day with God
My aunt Phyllis has been battling cancer for years. She has suffered through countless drugs and treatments and side effects and yet continues to have a bright spirit and right perspective on life. She emailed me the other day and relayed she is on a new medication to fight active cancer cells again. Hope prevails as she declared to me. " I start my day singing, 'This is the Day,' and end my day singing, 'To God be the Glory.'"
I have been reflecting on her words and I find myself encouraged and challenged to do the same.
God gives me each day as a gift; He made it. He knows all that is in it. Nothing happens to me that he already doesn't know about - He is never surprised. "This is the Day," calls me to rejoice in the hours and minutes that God has given me. I can do that by trusting all things to the Father who created me and all that is around me. I can do that by seeking out the sparkles He places in my day; Gladness will surely follow as I focus on the goodness of our Lord.
When the day comes to a close, it is a good reminder to look back over the day and give God the glory. Hind sight is 20/20 they always say, and if I purpose myself to look and see I can always see the great things he has done in a day for me. Grace is the first thing I often think of -- how my Lord lavishes me with His grace (!), covering me with His love and forgiveness and patience and generosity. No matter what befalls me in a day I am always comforted in remembering that God gave me His Son. He made a way for me to enter into His presence in prayer and promised the way to enter heaven; Jesus said, "I am the way and the truth and the life, no one comes to the Father except through me" (John 14:6). With Jesus in my heart, I am able to follow the way, know the truth, and have life - life everlasting. I have access to the Father for my every need.
A good day, or a bad day, does not thwart God's promises to me. In this, I can praise the Lord and again rejoice. I can be happy in the the things God has given to me as my lot that day with a quiet understanding that it is covered in pardon and given to me in love.
My aunt Phyllis is a very wise woman and I am so blessed by her in my life. She is so right-on to bookend the day with God. I challenge you to join me in doing likewise: enter the day with gladness & rejoicing and end the day being thankful, giving God the glory and praising His Holy Name!
I have been reflecting on her words and I find myself encouraged and challenged to do the same.
God gives me each day as a gift; He made it. He knows all that is in it. Nothing happens to me that he already doesn't know about - He is never surprised. "This is the Day," calls me to rejoice in the hours and minutes that God has given me. I can do that by trusting all things to the Father who created me and all that is around me. I can do that by seeking out the sparkles He places in my day; Gladness will surely follow as I focus on the goodness of our Lord.
When the day comes to a close, it is a good reminder to look back over the day and give God the glory. Hind sight is 20/20 they always say, and if I purpose myself to look and see I can always see the great things he has done in a day for me. Grace is the first thing I often think of -- how my Lord lavishes me with His grace (!), covering me with His love and forgiveness and patience and generosity. No matter what befalls me in a day I am always comforted in remembering that God gave me His Son. He made a way for me to enter into His presence in prayer and promised the way to enter heaven; Jesus said, "I am the way and the truth and the life, no one comes to the Father except through me" (John 14:6). With Jesus in my heart, I am able to follow the way, know the truth, and have life - life everlasting. I have access to the Father for my every need.
A good day, or a bad day, does not thwart God's promises to me. In this, I can praise the Lord and again rejoice. I can be happy in the the things God has given to me as my lot that day with a quiet understanding that it is covered in pardon and given to me in love.
My aunt Phyllis is a very wise woman and I am so blessed by her in my life. She is so right-on to bookend the day with God. I challenge you to join me in doing likewise: enter the day with gladness & rejoicing and end the day being thankful, giving God the glory and praising His Holy Name!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Don't throw me out with the bath water please!
My kids are always looking at me sideways whenever I spout an "old saying"...they just don't get-it. Yet, as I was flipping blueberry oat pancakes this morning, I prayed to God, "Don't throw me out with the bathwater please." Perhaps you are looking at me sideways now?
The Holy Spirit put a song on my lips this morning as I awoke, "Create in a me a Clean Heart....." The remainder of a prayer that I feebly offered up in the dark of the night, just hours before. I had endured the conviction that I had been harboring anger and resentment for along time and had let it infiltrate my home. A heaviness pressed down on me and I was immobile.
My husband and eldest son set up a backyard adventure yesterday afternoon and entertained all who were willing, a chance to repel down and out of the glorious 75 foot maple tree in our front yard. Ropes and clips and harnesses and helmets donned the willing adventurer. Smiles and excitement abounded. Yet, as I watched I could not even bring myself to utter a supportive or encouraging word. It was as if darkness itself had sealed my lips shut and a veil of doom had encased my being. A mono-toned, "that's cool", with a forced smile, was the only utterance I could muster.
With hopelessness I thought, "How does one climb out of this oppression?"
Conversation. Confession.
"Oh Lord, how did I get here?" "Please forgive me."
Throwing off the blankets, and slipping on my slippers, I sang. I pleaded with God.
Make my heart new; cuz man, mine is pretty old and dirty.
Re-new a right standing before you, oh Lord; I am definitely side-tracked and I need you to turn the tracks.
Don't turn from me and "throw me out with the bathwater" please; Even though I know I am unclean before you, I know that you love me and that I am of value because you created me -- so please separate me from the dirty water and make me clean: expounding on the original old saying, "don't throw the baby out with the bath water!"
Give me back the joy of knowing I am saved; Accepted - forgiven - redeemed - promised - and loved.
Yes, Oh God, "Don't throw me out with the bathwater" please.
He is answering me. My mouth opened and a gentle smile parted my lips and I was able to lovingly greet my children, "Good morning!" as I directed them to the warm blueberry oat pancakes. HOPE came and lifted the oppression. I am sustained for another day. Praising my God for his constant and abundant love.
"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me." Psalm 51:10 - 12
The Holy Spirit put a song on my lips this morning as I awoke, "Create in a me a Clean Heart....." The remainder of a prayer that I feebly offered up in the dark of the night, just hours before. I had endured the conviction that I had been harboring anger and resentment for along time and had let it infiltrate my home. A heaviness pressed down on me and I was immobile.
My husband and eldest son set up a backyard adventure yesterday afternoon and entertained all who were willing, a chance to repel down and out of the glorious 75 foot maple tree in our front yard. Ropes and clips and harnesses and helmets donned the willing adventurer. Smiles and excitement abounded. Yet, as I watched I could not even bring myself to utter a supportive or encouraging word. It was as if darkness itself had sealed my lips shut and a veil of doom had encased my being. A mono-toned, "that's cool", with a forced smile, was the only utterance I could muster.
With hopelessness I thought, "How does one climb out of this oppression?"
Conversation. Confession.
"Oh Lord, how did I get here?" "Please forgive me."
Throwing off the blankets, and slipping on my slippers, I sang. I pleaded with God.
Make my heart new; cuz man, mine is pretty old and dirty.
Re-new a right standing before you, oh Lord; I am definitely side-tracked and I need you to turn the tracks.
Don't turn from me and "throw me out with the bathwater" please; Even though I know I am unclean before you, I know that you love me and that I am of value because you created me -- so please separate me from the dirty water and make me clean: expounding on the original old saying, "don't throw the baby out with the bath water!"
Give me back the joy of knowing I am saved; Accepted - forgiven - redeemed - promised - and loved.
Yes, Oh God, "Don't throw me out with the bathwater" please.
He is answering me. My mouth opened and a gentle smile parted my lips and I was able to lovingly greet my children, "Good morning!" as I directed them to the warm blueberry oat pancakes. HOPE came and lifted the oppression. I am sustained for another day. Praising my God for his constant and abundant love.
"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me." Psalm 51:10 - 12
Sunday, April 22, 2012
A Choice has to be Made
Have you ever received news that shocked you into a state of frozen numbness? With just such news, I have been like a little child jumping up and down, screaming "No!" inside my heart. Unable to vocalize my stunned state.
Maybe you know what I speak of?
There is no stopping the wave of emotion; lifelessness seems to pervade like a rush over a cliff....a drop into an abyss of nothingness. Thinking clearly is almost impossible. And yet, a choice has to be made.
Will we choose despair and it's life sucking paralysis or will we choose something better, even in our momentary numbness?
I urge you to choose God; He is the "something better."
In faith we can claim His promises and are assured of his love. In the fourth chapter of 1John, it is said, "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." God loves you. He loves me. In His gift of Jesus, we can be assured of no higher or deeper love to come our way.
Hand in hand with God's promises, standing strong in faith, believing He will help you, because He loves you, is the only way free of despair when life crashes in.
Choose to walk with Him my friend; He is all you need.
Maybe you know what I speak of?
There is no stopping the wave of emotion; lifelessness seems to pervade like a rush over a cliff....a drop into an abyss of nothingness. Thinking clearly is almost impossible. And yet, a choice has to be made.
Will we choose despair and it's life sucking paralysis or will we choose something better, even in our momentary numbness?
I urge you to choose God; He is the "something better."
In faith we can claim His promises and are assured of his love. In the fourth chapter of 1John, it is said, "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." God loves you. He loves me. In His gift of Jesus, we can be assured of no higher or deeper love to come our way.
Hand in hand with God's promises, standing strong in faith, believing He will help you, because He loves you, is the only way free of despair when life crashes in.
Choose to walk with Him my friend; He is all you need.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Wide to Deep
"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fulness of God." Ephesians 3:18 & 19
I looked out over the ocean from the top open deck of a cruise ship this past January in the Gulf of Mexico. The photo above is the vision I beheld as the words "wide and long and high and deep" played over and over in my mind like one of those never ending songs sung in round. I thought, How good God is! Sunbeams were penetrating my pores, tingling and warming my body even as the balmy breeze blew in an attempt to cool the shimmering beads of sweat that were just beginning to form. Friends on either side of me. Reggae music lilting in the background. I had a glimpse of the "wide and long and high and deep!" This was an outpouring of God's love - a pinnacle moment.
One year previous, almost to the very week that I was basking in the Gulf of Mexico, I was instead laying on a stretcher in the operating room having a cancerous tumor removed, in the center of the Hospital District in Boston. Upon awakening, I was in pain; cut open from the belly button down about six inches, I found myself stitched and bandaged with wires and tubes coming from everywhere. I was weak and sick and feeling like death warmed over. Yet, the surgery I had was successful and I was alive. I thought, How good God is! This was an outpouring of God's love too - a pinnacle moment as well.
How could I feel the fulness of God in such extremes? I could feel it and know it because I had been given power to grasp by rooting myself in faith, believing - "To grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ." Friend, no matter if you are at the lowest of your lows or the highest of your highs, Jesus is able to reach you and fill you with the fullness of His love. This type of love surpasses knowledge; it surpasses reasonableness & understanding. Yet, I believe it is this fulness of God's love that causes me to both wonder at and know there is always a song of HOPE to sing. Hope in the moment and Hope for what will come but hasn't yet. God sparkled in my successful surgery and He sparkled in my basking in the sunshine on the top open deck of a cruise ship. Each moment was a gift. There is no place that He cannot reach in your life and in your heart. Be "rooted and established", friend. Read God's Word and claim it. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ as your Savior, and be "filled to the measure of all the fulness of God."
I looked out over the ocean from the top open deck of a cruise ship this past January in the Gulf of Mexico. The photo above is the vision I beheld as the words "wide and long and high and deep" played over and over in my mind like one of those never ending songs sung in round. I thought, How good God is! Sunbeams were penetrating my pores, tingling and warming my body even as the balmy breeze blew in an attempt to cool the shimmering beads of sweat that were just beginning to form. Friends on either side of me. Reggae music lilting in the background. I had a glimpse of the "wide and long and high and deep!" This was an outpouring of God's love - a pinnacle moment.
One year previous, almost to the very week that I was basking in the Gulf of Mexico, I was instead laying on a stretcher in the operating room having a cancerous tumor removed, in the center of the Hospital District in Boston. Upon awakening, I was in pain; cut open from the belly button down about six inches, I found myself stitched and bandaged with wires and tubes coming from everywhere. I was weak and sick and feeling like death warmed over. Yet, the surgery I had was successful and I was alive. I thought, How good God is! This was an outpouring of God's love too - a pinnacle moment as well.
How could I feel the fulness of God in such extremes? I could feel it and know it because I had been given power to grasp by rooting myself in faith, believing - "To grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ." Friend, no matter if you are at the lowest of your lows or the highest of your highs, Jesus is able to reach you and fill you with the fullness of His love. This type of love surpasses knowledge; it surpasses reasonableness & understanding. Yet, I believe it is this fulness of God's love that causes me to both wonder at and know there is always a song of HOPE to sing. Hope in the moment and Hope for what will come but hasn't yet. God sparkled in my successful surgery and He sparkled in my basking in the sunshine on the top open deck of a cruise ship. Each moment was a gift. There is no place that He cannot reach in your life and in your heart. Be "rooted and established", friend. Read God's Word and claim it. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ as your Savior, and be "filled to the measure of all the fulness of God."
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