12:7-9
'So to keep me from being proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud. Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, "My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness".
Couple thoughts on that. One- funny how Satan persists to break down, but God always builds strength despite his attempts. Two- "My power works best in weakness"- GOOD, because I'm the weakest. Grace, if only I could become more accepting of this provision.
I can feel the daily healing that God has been working in me. I can see the daily healing that God has been working in me. & all this is only through that grace
so much.
Living with 6 now in the house is amazing. 5 was good, but having Angela just being on the couch is such an encouragement and in such a weird way. I feel as though we are her older sisters learning to have patience with her and she desires so much to just learn and grow- two way st. Our house is closer than ever as well. By now we've been through couchsurfers, weddings, engagements, jobs, babies, healing, etc. together and there's just a point where you are forced to break down with one another and let them be closer. I've stayed for significant amounts of time in other community house across the country and without Christ being a center point for growth it just doesn't work. It's just not family. This is family. This is the body. We are His children just living life together.Gardening time is upon us!
Spring is so beautiful, makes up for the humidity levels that will soon befall us!
Oh Tennessee, the more I try and run from you, the more you make me love you.
Now if I could just get a kitten or a horse, preferably the later, but I'll take what I
can get.
About a month ago God told me He would show me His love through a baby and at random time to me, perfect time to Him, He has done so. My boss/friend at the tea room just had a baby boy on Tuesday. Mind you, I loathe children, but there is something about this one. Man, just holding him. dang.
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