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Belief and Healing | 31days:13


Uprooted

Uprooted

My motivation for this 31 Day Journey Through Scripture for Healing was and is to get God’s promises for healing – Divine healing into my head and ultimately into my heart. My true spiritual heart where I can continually tap into what I honestly see as truth in regard to healing.

My desire is MANIFEST healing, manifest health. I want to walk, not just in, as this gives me the ability to walk “out” of; I want to prove out Manifest Health. I want to be able to tap into the KNOWLEDGE that I am healed in Christ – inside and out.

Yet this desire causes me stress.

Because I’m not attaining it right now.

Because I have moments; many right now, when I realize I’m not hungry, and in fact I feel quite the opposite, yet I go and get that comfort food that my mind is telling me I want.

Because I need to move, yet I have no, absolutely no, motivation to get up and start what I know I must do to be healthy. Walk, move, do something, do anything!

Because, though I believe God at His word I must beg Him to forgive my unbelief … not in Him, not in His promise … but, my unbelief that I could be the recipient of Him and His promise of healing. I really believe that though I understand in my head it has not dropped those 18 inches to my heart.

My heart that that literally NEEDS to receive healing.

To my heart where The Spirit actually resides within me!

And God said we could …

Ask, Seek, Knock: Matthew 7

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12 So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.

There it is … helping the God information get from my head to my heart!

But am I asking? Or … am I sitting here, unmotivated, hoping God will look down on me and just give me what I should be asking Him for. This says that I must ask.

I.MUST.ASK. Maybe I do not have because I do not truly ask God to handle this. Maybe I’m doing this alone, on my own power … and I can’t, I really seem not to be able.

James 4

2b You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.

The stress of knowing that this obesity I struggle with is due to some past harm within me; that this is the symptom of a physical or emotional wound is the same stress that blocks my ability to get well.

I believe this. So here it is … another layer of the onion that must be peeled away so that God’s Divine Healing can manifest within me.

I don’t have to rehash the harms and wrongs and wounds that I have truly dealt with. I now have to find that tiny shred of  “YOU ARE WORTHLESS” that I allowed to be deeply instilled within me.

No. That’s wrong … I didn’t allow the original instillation of self doubt and lack of self worth … what I allowed was the wallowing in and the coveting of that wound so that I could remain resentful by rights of those abuses. So in the time it took me to cultivate that crop of resentment (years) it was able to blossom in some deep and dark places within me that now must be rooted out and exposed to the light.

And this is where I agree that Christianity has a touch of brain washing to it.

I am human. On some of the harder days I forget I am chosen and loved by the Father Creator. It’s not that I cease to know this truth, it’s more that it fails to rise up in me to remind me. And this is because I am distracted by the hardness of the moment.

Let’s face it … during times of stress we humans forget things. Even us Christians forget and try to do things, figure things, that are not within our understanding.

What I need to remember: God’s Sovereignty.  I was made in His image. I have His DNA, we all do, and that is perfect.

But … I am not God.

I’m almost 50 years old here. I have never conquered this obesity. It’s roots were deep, I know, and God and I have worked hard to remove them … but like a tree that is cut down, the roots, underground must be destroyed, ground out, so that the tree does not begin to grow, again in that area again. The root must be destroyed, too, so that it will not move, underground, unseen, to rise in a new location where it blooms and grows anew.

Roots

Roots

 

Destroying the Roots

Destroying the Roots

 

 

 

 

He is God, alone. And I believe and I ask Him to take this remnant root and destroy it, once and for all, so that I may walk out that promise He gave me on that gurney 5 years ago!

Thanks for reading my faithful friends.

Andrea

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Family, Relationships and Forgiveness


I started this post mid-morning, it’s now just about 5 pm est. and my day has taken this post in a completely different direction … on the same topic.

I sat on the couch this morning contemplating my responsibilities of the day, I found myself simply unmotivated. I feel as though I’ve been running on empty and I’ve become quite numb. Our life here in Hutchland has become a non-stop, runrunrun, busybusybusy blur, lately.

Family responsibilities replaced the runrunrun and busybusybusy of chemoradiation therapy’s schedule. So relaxation and quality time have not been freed up as yet, and quite frankly I am wearing thin and so is Hubs.

Boundaries were set many years ago, and they have begun to feel violated. The thing is we we’re the violators, our families are only responding to our increased involvement, and in their view things are normal.

You see, they are of the world, we are not. You know the scripture, right?

Romans:12 And so, dear brothers, I plead with you to give your bodies to God. Let them be a living sacrifice, holy—the kind he can accept. When you think of what he has done for you, is this too much to ask? Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but be a new and different person with a fresh newness in all you do and think. Then you will learn from your own experience how his ways will really satisfy you.As God’s messenger I give each of you God’s warning: Be honest in your estimate of yourselves, measuring your value by how much faith God has given you.

Forgiveness:

We’ve forgiven the transgressions of the past and we forgive the future. They don’t understand, they don’t understand us, really, and that’s ok; we’re here to show them who we are and by example the way we live.

I sat last night (really, from early afternoon to the night) on alternating phone calls from my mother, grandmother and sister. A family situation has upset my mother to action that has caused her illness to flare up. She has subsequently become angry with my aunt, cousins and sister (for a completely different reason, that was a bi-product of the original issue). Now my mother is relying upon me, 3,000 miles away, to be her support. And my sister, who lives in the same state as our mother; she just can’t possibly see past her own life to include the needs of her mentally challenged mother into her life, beyond her days off. It’s a rough situation that they are going to have to figure out, with a touch of encouragement from me, because I won’t allow this boundary to be violated. You see I was the one who lost her childhood to care for my ill mother and siblings for close to 40 years. It is only in the last year that my sister has been charged with helping our mother after our step-dad’s passing.

Guilt:

I often feel guilt for the way I feel inside my head, and sometime my heart, towards the needs and demands of the extended family. I guess there are still resentments because thoughts pop into my thinking; unsavory thoughts that make me uncomfortable and convicted. Guess it’s Holy Spirit reminding me again that thoughts of resentment toward them are unacceptable in the forgiveness realm. Yet my flesh rises, wondering why I must be the one; my flesh doesn’t want to be the caretaker, anymore.

Frankly my flesh, and sometimes my heart (emotions), long, desperately to be important enough to my extended family that they would step up and care for me. I mean, my husband is going through cancer treatments (and winning, thank God!), my youngest is battling (and winning, thank God) addiction and my oldest is simply struggling to get his life and career in order. Life has not been easy on us of late, but then life is hardly easy on anyone, right … yet, still my flesh rises.

But …

God made me the caretaker of the family. It has taken A LOT of forgiveness on my part to be able to handle the issues without a need for control, and thank God, because without him and a good friend/sponsor I would not be capable of this, at all.

I remind myself, regularly, that they don’t get it. They simply don’t understand my close relationship with God. So I continue to gently encourage them toward an understanding; forgiving the thoughtlessness, the accusations and the unforgiveness on their end.

If I don’t continue to live within the bubble of my (our) relationship with God I can’t do this with them. Did I already say that? Yes, it is my mantra … without God I can’t _____________ fill in the blank.

So when it comes to my family relationships, especially when I am feeling overwhelmed by their needs, I enter into God and remember this is how he built me. Whether I’m good with that or not, at the time.

So the weekend looms with much to do, and many to care for, and I thank God again that he built me for this, sometimes thankless, job. And I forgive the transgressions of others and stand behind my boundaries, should they choose to transgress.

It’s about staying in God’s will. It’s about obedience to what He has called me to do. And like forgiveness, my call is not about what the family needs, or does, or making them happy. It’s about me being who God intended me to be.

At the end of my day I want to please God. Everyone else … not so much.

Blessings and thanks for reading to my erratic posts.


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Afraid to Do…#Trust 30 on Few Words Thursday!


Let My Words Be Few...

If you’ve read my blog this week you know that I have joined the #Trust 30 Challenge that was inspired by Emerson’s 208th birthday, The Domino Project is republishing a work of art that’s especially relevant today. Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson urges readers to trust their intuition rather than conforming to the will of the majority.
This Thursday…and probably the remaining Thursdays in the month of June…maybe July, as I backtrack to the days I missed, I will be combining my FWT posts with my
contributions. So as usual FWT has minimal rules…which can be found when you follow the link connected to the picture. You can also follow the Trust 30 button to participate in this provocative writing prompts. I hope you’ll join us. I would love to share this space with you!
Now this prompt actually belongs to yesterday…however, I never received it in the e-mail so I am writing it now…these Trust 30 prompts are NOT easy…and some of them will probe in the hidden places of a soul. Like this one:

The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Emerson says: “Always do what you are afraid to do.”

What is ‘too scary’ to write about? Try doing it now.

(Author: Mary Jaksch)

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She was afraid. Afraid to tell…He said they wouldn’t believe a little kid. He threatened to blame it on her. He confused her. He loved her, treated her nice when mom and grandma were around, but then…

He changed. He got scary. He hurt her…He hurt the baby…

:/

This is the scary stuff that one day I will write about. But…what is scary now, is he was right! He was right…they didn’t believe the little girl (s); there were 4. He was right, they didn’t believe the angry teenagers, there were 4.  Worse, the mother didn’t help until her youngest girl was a full-blown alcoholic adult and demanded that she confront him (her brother!). Leaving the oldest girl more bitter and angry, at 30 something, than she had been prior, because when she asked her mother to believe her she didn’t. She accused and berated, she didn’t help.

What is scary to this day is that the mother of 2 of the 4 still harbors her brother. Still demands that her daughters respect…

What is scary is the rage, the wrath, that is born in such pain and betrayal. What is scary is that one lives and learns to love with this barbed wire wrapped around ones heart. What is too scary to write down, right now, is the realization that children continue to live and endure what  I …this little kid endured, growing up learning love wrong.

What’s too scary to do is write down the acts performed, that caused the work to get to the place of wholeness that  I …that little girl, now woman, enjoys today. It’s scary because of the pain it will cause…Him, Mother and so many others.

Is it really that important to document this process to wholeness??

Yes, I believe it is…so I strive to get past the fear…and put down the words that will help heal a little kid…

Blessings Loves

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Empty Nest…from there to here…Distance


Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and true and unscripted.

 

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button in my right side bar}

3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

This weeks prompt: DISTANCE…

Go…

How do I write for 5 minutes when there are NO WORDS?

      Nothing profound.                                                             

and now, MMM Update #2

I prayed...I HOPED.

      Nothing inspirational

      Nothing to motivate

I have risen this a.m. UGLY.

Fatigue has enveloped me of late.

                                                   I know I go to bed too late.

                                                   I have begun resenting that I am the alarm clock of a grown man.

I want, just one morning, to be allowed to sleep…

                   then a thought rises, as the sun glares from the screen…

‘If you sleep in you will be UGLY anyway with that new sensation that you’ve somehow lost precious time…’

Precious time to???

Write

Clean

Be ALONE…

Is this empty nest syndrome?

I seek solace in my solitude…and most days I do well.

But this morning….

I’d like to spend the day with my LOVE…but the grown up says

NO.

Wish I could.

The Bills…….

He’s a good, hard working man, with a plan; MY LOVE.

Kiss Good BYE…have a blessed day…

OH and could you….

I used to have a “Career”; sometimes I miss it…

I wanted to work from HOME…I prayed…I hoped...

        I GOT MY BLESSING! GOD ANSWERED….Amazing Grace…

 

This is my NOW career…

I am blessed…I write…I keep our home a home…

I AM BLESSED.

StOP…

Blessings Loves ♥


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I was going to write this morning…


and then a friend questioned something I had decided within myself.

No…not a truth, rather something I had decided had been said by someone else.

I am working out my placement in Christ.

Where exactly He has me and why…

I know the where, yet remain uncertain in my flesh, and I know the why and am ok with that.

Yet there remain…questions, resentments…

things that I think should be. Things that I cannot change and yet, still, I THINK…which does not matter in the larger scheme of things!

So I must focus…

My steps are ordered of the Lord and He delights in my way. Psalm 37:23

Because of this ordering of my steps, God knows where I am going when I begin to Think

                              ~more highly of myself than I should! Romans 12:1-8

From Paul’s letter to the romans we learn true humility: “For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of yourself more highly than you ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith God has assigned. For as in one body we have many members, and not all the members have the same function, so we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually we are members one of another.

Sober Judgment…to think and decide with a sound mind.

That is how I end up, now, most times, stopping and considering where I am in my head. What are my motives…

Why exactly do I feel this way…

because silly…You have allowed someone {yourself??} to make you feel lessTHAN.

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

I am guilty of jealousy, envy and judgment!

I have decided that someone is smarter than I. I have decided that, that someone(s) spends time thinking about how un-smart I am!

Ahhh the arrogance and self-importance of that decision. I should be so important to others! 🙂

 I say I don’t care about titles…lies!

I want to be somebody that is remembered for something…

Faith and Deeds: James 2:14-24

 14 What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? 15 Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. 16 If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? 17 In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

 18 But someone will say, “You have faith; I have deeds.”

   Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by my deeds. 19 You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that—and shudder.

 20 You foolish person, do you want evidence that faith without deeds is useless[a]? 21 Was not our father Abraham considered righteous for what he did when he offered his son Isaac on the altar? 22 You see that his faith and his actions were working together, and his faith was made complete by what he did. 23 And the scripture was fulfilled that says, “Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness,”[b] and he was called God’s friend. 24 You see that a person is considered righteous by what they do and not by faith alone.

but do I do those things, the things I want to be remembered for, with the faith of good old Abraham?

                    Sometimes…

 then there are the times that the Andrea just rears her ugly little head and wants the recognition she can garner for herself! { no bold here…because this is the weakness and I don’t want you to see my weakness…} I do not think very highly of myself, way too often.

Therefore I remain so very grateful that my steps are ordered by God, Himself.  When I walk in this truth, God knows that I am going to His Word or to one of His hand chosen Shepards for me…to see me like He sees me.

You see I am on a path, that He has chosen, that I have agreed to walk…{one of my better decisions!} and He guides my steps. Therefore, when I am in trouble, even the troubles I create for myself I go to my God,

                                                                                            and He…sees to those things that concern me. He sees to it that I do not even stub my toes on a rock! Psalm 91:12b

 

I was going to write today…but I became entangled within the disturbance within myself…

…so here I am, doing a 12 Step; Christian style. 😉

Blessings Loves

 


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A Calling and Obedience


Grace

Do you have a calling?

We all do.

Do you know whom that calling is from?

Not all do.

A calling on your life is not your choice of career, or a mother’s choice to be a stay at home mother. It is rather a knowing that these things we choose, these tasks we are passionate about, have something more to them.

Something important.

A calling, a personal passion of a particular talent or task, is our mission here on earth with one another and it is from God. I’d apologize to those who would prefer that I be more politically correct, but if you are here and reading you are acutely aware that I am a Bible Reading, Faith Girl in the Kingdom of God.

For this I will not compromise, nor will I apologize.

Our calling is: “A calling is God’s personal, individual invitation to carry out the unique task he has for you.” as defined by Jack Zavada in his article ‘Is God Calling You: How to Know When God is Calling You.’

So what does one do when they know they are called, but that calling is stopped mid-ministry? When our God Given Gift is stopped by say our Pastor or a leader, for an indeterminate amount of time; or say some life change gets in the way delaying or outright stopping this calling from being used?

God did give each of one of us, known or unknown by the individual, gifts and talents, and scripture says “let them…” in one translation and the NIV says “do it…” .

Romans 12:6-8

We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith;  if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach;  if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.

I am in a place where I am not able to utilize my gifts, my calling. Let me correct that, I was not, I have now been afforded the opportunity again to teach, which is just one of my callings!

The other is to write, which I would say to you I am not doing, but I must remind myself that blogging is most definitely writing! 🙂

But it was my leadership role, in my church, that was stopped when our church transitioned to a new pastor, location and name. Not only that, as if that would not be difficult enough on even the most mature of Christians (I am only a 10 year new creation, but mature enough), but the church’s feel or flavor has changed.

Let’s say the Church’s personality changed.

Ok, now what??

Obedience is that NOW WHAT! 

My thoughts were not so New Creation like! I had been obedient for 10 years. I had put in my time to get to the level I was at. I had put in my time!!! Very mature thinking, right! 🙂

Well, like I said, I have been once again afforded the opportunity to teach again, in a home group. My husband and I were asked to host a home group for our newly reformatted church. However, the free reign of the home groups were being reigned in by the new pastor. And while this is not a bad thing, it felt like the personal feel and comfortable-ness of the home groups were being formatted more rigidly.

It was our task to follow the pastors format for the group; we are reading through the Old Testament in a year.

Boring…History…Begats and all…like I said mature!

All that to get here…my I am a long-winded writer!

During today’s reading for our Chapel Street Bible Study (we live on chapel street, aren’t I cute!) tonight one of the required readings was chapter 12, The Call of Abram.

After reading the required chapters I wandered onto Facebook to see who might be hanging about, and there she was my beautiful partner in Christ!  Her and I have been struggling with the many transitions going on in our individual lives. The church’s transition we share. So this morning her status post was a call out to God for ‘just a nugget’, as she does in times such as these. There I was, holding that nugget.

I am always amazed at God’s faithfulness to answer us.

Genesis 12

The Call of Abram

1 The LORD had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.

2 “I will make you into a great nation,
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
and you will be a blessing.
3 I will bless those who bless you,
and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth
will be blessed through you.”

During this God transition of our church, which I believe is an elevation of our, as a church and individually, of our level in Christ and God’s Kingdom. That elevation, however, is contingent upon our diligent obedience.

Abram was told to leave all he knew; so were the congregants of our church.

He was told to leave his people, his country and his father’s household!

Our church was our home, we had to leave and move on; God was moving us on.

We had to let people we loved and were literally and figuratively family move on to where God led them. We had to leave them to their choices. God was doing something new, with each of us!

We had to leave our country. Now this may be a longshot, but God spoke to me that this was the feel or flavor of our church, the personality. Our old church was pure and unadulterated Bible Based Faith.

Our new church is Bible Based Full Gospel, an expansion upon what we had been. Our territory has been expanded! An awesome thing, yet hard to adjust to.

We had to go to a land (Church) that God showed us. For some that meant not going together, but to another church, while others of us were called to remain and build this new vision with our new pastor.

To reach this new level, we had/have to remain obedient. We must not move until we know God is moving us, no matter what. The rub therein is that that move, we perseve, may not happen. It is my belief that being moved out of a church doesn’t happen to all of us, sometimes we are meant to serve for extended periods of time in one place, helping the pastor fulfill the vision. 

Knowing this is simple, like breathing. Doing this is difficult, like the endurance of holding your breath under water. For me anyway, but stand and serve I will!

So here is Miss Patty’s nugget; she is a mighty woman of faith and intercessory prayer, this I believe is her Calling. And God said to Abram, “I will make your name great and you will be a blessing…and all peoples will be blessed through you.” Genesis 12:2,3.

You see if we are courageous enough to be obedient when everything with in us cries to run to the familiar, He will bless us. It is our obedience to Him, in love, that allows Him to use us the way that He intended.

And He, knowing the end from the beginning, knows that we all will fulfill the calls he has upon our lives.

God has called each one of us to serve, and most of us serve a Pastor or Minister or even a Priest, God’s chosen. And while we, too, are God’s chosen the word does say that none of us can conduct our ministries before first serving under one of God’s anointed leaders. A task in being obedient; even God’s Son, Jesus.

Mark 10:43-45 “Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.

Obedience, to God and His will, that is how one activates their calling. It is true that only you and God know your calling, and no man can remove it, it also remains true that we must serve under another to have that call or ministry. We must do this cheerfully, in front of men and in private with God, and diligently, with a right heart. 

Difficult when one feels as though their entire world is disintegrating around them.

But God…

All things are possible with God.

Blessings Loves  ♥


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Let My Words Be Few Thursday…Grace


 

Let My Words Be Few Thursday

 

“Let My Words be Few” Thursday. “Few Words” Thursday is my attempt at concise and profound writing; where the content touches our Spirits and not just our minds and flesh. I hope this will improve my writing skill set, while deepening my spiritual walk. 

 Leave me a link to your “Let My Words be Few” blog post; it can be about anything you want! The thing is to get to the meat of your post in the fewest words.I will link your post into my “Few Words” posts; and we can discuss and get to know one another. You may use the Thursday photo if you like…it isn’t a button because I have no clue how to do that. 🙂 I’m a writer…not a techie! However, if you would, please manually link the photo to my blog from yours (if you know how) so that your readers can participate too. 

Blessings.

 Grace…

I have written this post a dozen or more times.

Every devotion and sermon heard since Sunday has been about Grace! 

The Lesson…Grace 

The last week has been excruciating for this woman of Faith, and for the momma bear and SELF within her! 

So much is in constant flux in this life, in this walk, in this home and this family. 

It feels like chaos, it feels like ripping and tearing. Surgery with no anesthesia! 

Painful 

My flesh cries for it to stop. 

It demands someone to blame; someone to take the responsibility for these new wounds. 

Grace… 

This was going to be a post on praying for those who hurt you… 

Doing unto others what you would have done… 

The bible says to pray for ones enemies, those who persecute those who hurt us… 

But this is not about that… 

Grace… 

This about stretching and growing in Grace! This time it is about me…what needs change in me… (It hurts so badly – the lacerations of this week………..), and until I extend Grace it will continue to be excruciating. 

A lack of Grace and mercy in me… 

The disturbance in me… 

Grace: the unmerited favor of God. 

Even as my flesh and soul scream at the backwardness sensation this causes in me…I know…I must give grace, I must give mercy to those who have {I perceive have intentionally} inflicted… 

Now to get this down into a heart that has a fortress built against pain and those who {myself?}… 

Dear Grace

Thank You, Jesus, for Your Grace {You, the embodiment of Grace} that You’ve extended. Please teach me mercy and grace. If I truly walk in grace, please help me to extend the same. In Your Name. Amen. 

Blessings Loves.  

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