The Sabath. Sunday. A day of rest. On the seventh day, He rested. We should rest. We should worship. I am not in this alone. I can not do this alone. Alone, I would most certainly be declared an incompetent parent. I am not alone.
He is fighting for me.
I type this before I have fully embraced this reality.
I feel alone in this struggle. How many prayers have I prayed and yet, the grace that should be enough, just isn't. Or it feels like it is not. He is fighting for me. Dear Lord, please help me know this, believe this, trust this. Amen.
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I love that verse. I have never heard it before!
I found this in my World Vision prayer mailing and thought it worthy to share on this topic (as I learn to keep my mouth shut more often and find much fruit!):
The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of prayer is faith.
The fruit of faith is love.
The fruit of love is service.
The fruist of service is peace.
~Mother Theresa
(we're in this together!!)
I love that verse! I too don't recall hearing that before. Such a good thing to remember. Thank you for this series!
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