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What are you learning?

I'm late in joining the "What are you learning?" segment at Gina's place today (Chat's With an "Old Lady"). But I really need to sit down and reflect on what I was touched by this morning. I so want my heart to be changed! Be sure to go over to Chat's With An "Old Lady" and share what you're learning as you feed on God's word.

I read Psalm 100 and 101 this morning. These words really spoke to me:


"Know that the LORD, He is God; It is He who has made us, and not we
ourselves
; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture
." -Psalm 100:3 (emphasis added by me)

"I will behave wisely in a perfect way. Oh when will You come to me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart. I will set nothing wicked before my eyes; I hate the work of those who fall away; It shall not cling to me. A perverse heart shall depart from me; I will not know
wickedness
." - Psalm 101:2-4 (emphasis added by me)


This new person I am in Christ, God made. Not me. I am part of the family of God now... His flock. And He who began this good work in me will be faithful to complete it! Oh what hope this gives my weak and faint heart! I worry and fret and become overwhelmed with the mess I've made, the choices others make, the mountains that seem to lie before me, but God started this new life in me and He will finish it. I'll just keep trusting in His promises and working hard to cast off every sin and weight that so easily entangles me and keeps me from walking by childlike faith in who He is, obeying what He says, and running to Him for forgiveness when I don't obey.

Then I move onto Psalm 101 and read those terrible (terrible in an awesome sort of way) words that make me tremble. They are the desire of my heart but I've already fallen oh so short of them and I fear I'll continue to. So I rejoice in the implications of the question in the middle of those "I will's". "Oh when will You come to me?" It's by HIM, His coming, His reigning in me that I may behave wisely in a perfect way, walking in my house with a perfect heart.


Oh come Lord Jesus come! Come reign in me! If I've held back any part of my heart I plead with You to come to me and conquer it now! Take it for Your possession and set up Your kingdom in my entire heart!


Redeeming the time

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