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Reaping What You Sow

I spent some time in repentance again yesterday...because of my mouth. Will I ever conquer this evil member? Lord, help me RETAIN and ACT on what you've taught me!

As I was thinking about how I opened my mouth when I shouldn't have, I suddenly realized that I can never complain if anyone ever says anything about me that is hurtful, untrue, or just not necessary. Why? Because I reap what I sow! I mean, think about it....how can I complain that someone gossips about me if I've sown to the flesh in gossip? How fickle a creation I am. How often am I like a spoiled child who desires everyone to love her...but who doesn't love in return?

Sigh....

Praise God that he is working in me both to will and to do according to His good pleasure. He is able to keep me from stumbling. I've just got to keep my mouth shut when certain conversations come up. Ack! It happens in the church and I am guilty for participating: "So and so is really having a hard time..." and that turns into "yeah, I heard they were yada yada..." with a "oh, really? That's not good." God, show us that we must keep our mouths shut if we are to be sons of God...peacemakers. Help me sow to peace to reap peace.

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