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The End of the Year

I've been doing my Psalm 17:3 challenge for a while now - a year to be exact - and I am still learning how to guard my tongue. The Lord showed me a picture in prayer the other night that dealt with this 'unruly member.' I asked Him, 'what areas still need consecration in my life?' I suddenly saw a picture of a huge tongue lying on an altar, pierced through with a sword, still flopping and fighting for life. Ouch! I had to laugh at the truth of what God was showing me. This little member of my body sure doesn't want to go out without a fight! So, here I am at the end of 2011, still learning to bless, to praise, to be silent at times...still learning to follow the Great Example of blessed speech.

I will continue to challenge myself in Psalm 17:3. I'm not gonna give up this challenge. However, I will be changing the name of this blog to Echoes From Zion. You can read the tab above for more information on why that name means a lot to me. So,from now on, my challenge won't be posted on here as much. Instead, I'll share insights that God gives me in prayer and scripture, journal entries, ramblings, etc, etc.

BUT...

In the spirit of my Psalm 17:3 Challenge, I'm inviting everyone to check out something else that's coming soon -

http://www.blessquest.blogspot.com/

I can't wait for this! Blessings!

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