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Merely Human?

I've been avoiding blogging....because I've been doing well on my challenge. Think about it: how do I post on here, "Wow! I'm doing well at guarding my tongue!"...it just sounds like a contradiction in some ways...because now...my tongue is boasting!!! :) In all seriousness, I do find that this challenge has helped me in thinking before I speak. Oh, can't you just imagine what it will be like to think and speak like Jesus!? Glorious! That's my hearts cry.

Yesterday, I was driving in my car, thinking about critical speech. While passing the bank, the Holy Spirit dropped this thought in my heart: any ol' person can criticize...but it takes someone special to speak blessing. Hmmmmm....for someone to see the worst in a situation takes no great ability. In order to see the worst and speak it, you just have to be human. So, whooptie do. Why would anyone cheer over that? "Hey, look! I did something that's completely natural!" It's like us cheering because we breathe. Nope. That's not gonna cause a ticker tape parade.

However, for someone to speak love and blessing...wow. That truly is amazing. For someone to look at a tough situation (like a hard hearted person who by all natural appearances seems 'unchangeable') and to see the best in it...to see 'the precious in the vile'....well, this takes supernatural love. In order to speak blessing and love, you have to be more than natural- you must be supernatural.

It's a simple truth but one that I find is empowering. I am not created 'natural'. In Christ, I have exchanged the natural man for the supernatural. Isn't this why he came? To make natural men supernatural? Still, so many of his people do not live from the supernatural realm. Oh, for the church to awaken to who she is! If a critical attitude or outlook creeps into my life, all I have to remember is that it is 'easy' and base to respond like this. But, to speak blessing is to draw from that new creation inside of me...that 'special' creation God has made me to be. And this, well...is the supernatural life. Now THAT we can cheer about!

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