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The Call

Ephesians 5:15-16 (New International Version)
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Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

15 Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, 16 making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

2 Peter 1:10 (New International Version)
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Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

10Therefore, my brothers, be all the more eager to make your calling and election sure. For if you do these things, you will never fall,


In their mother’s womb he wove together every part of their beings with tender care, brooding over them with love, singing softly as he planned their days, thinking them into existence…

She wrote poems and stories in a cardboard covered note book with a brown wrapping paper cover. Her pictures illustrated the words on the pages; childish, crudely drawn pictures to be sure, but full of imagination and showing a compulsion to record thoughts and feelings in word and pictures. How she longed for her father to say, “Well done.” He looked on each offering with a critical eye, and gave only suggestions for improvement. The longed for words of approval never came.

The young man picked up the guitar to lead them in singing songs of worship. As his gifted fingers plucked the strings of the guitar, they drew from them beautiful music that spoke peace to their hearts like the sigh of the wind in the treetops, or the bubbling waters of a mountain stream. When he’d finished, they learned that he felt his gift was too humble to share and he rarely played before others.

Her children are blessed. Their mommy sings to them of Jesus; songs to which he gave her the words. She pulls sweet music from her guitar and gently plays to them. Her husband listens with pleasure. He tells her, “You should play with the worship team.”

"Oh, I’m not that good,” she says.

God planned lovingly for our existence, planting in each one a seed, a part of himself that is a trust. But against every creation of his, an enemy lies in wait to distort, destroy, bind up and diminish. He whispers to us of our lack of worth, and arrays his forces to attack the intentions of God for our lives. The truth is in a place called the Sword of the Spirit, a name given to the Word of God because it is the weapon that can destroy the enemy and his works of darkness. If only we would read, then see, hear and believe its truth and celebrate who God made us to be!

Genesis 1:31 (New International Version)
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Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.

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