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Day 7

I thought about sharing something with my husband this morning...but paused to think about if it was really necessary to share. I really think that sometimes I tend to share things with him that I wouldn't share with other people. I know this may sound like a stupid, obvious statement...I mean, he's my husband! Of course I share things with him that I wouldn't share with other people! But, do I sometimes share opinions with him that really don't need to be shared? Do I feel more comfortable releasing negative or just plain pointless comments and opinions into our home's atmosphere because it's just 'us'? I am guilty. I don't think Jesus is going, "Yeah, go ahead and tell Geoff what you really thought about that person. He's just your husband." No. The point of the KINGDOM life is to have my heart changed so that no matter who I'm with...my husband or a total stranger....my heart is always positioned to speak blessing.

Father, I pray that this attitude, the attitude of Your Spirit, becomes like breathing; not a habit I'm trying to form....but a natural flow of Your nature pouring out of me. Thank you for grace - the empowering Presence living in me and through me today.

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