It's not where you are at.
It's how far you have come.
It's not what you have been given, but what you have done with it.
You don't need permission. Trust the Lover of your Soul and obey.
Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Never rely on what you think you know. 6 Recognize Him in all your ways, and he will make your paths straight. |
It's not where you are at.
It's how far you have come.
It's not what you have been given, but what you have done with it.
You don't need permission. Trust the Lover of your Soul and obey.
There is a season for everything. And in that season, friends challenge what you think. They see first hand the consequence of your choices and ask questions about the veracity of your decisions. That is if they are a friend.
It's good to know what you believe, it's better to know why you believe it. Your friends may "trust in chariots and some in horses"... Google it.
It's all about radical dependence. That is if you are done with trusting your own understanding.
You are responsible for the consequence of your choices.
Trust the Lover of your soul for guidance.
Be wise. Admit your mistakes and know God gives Grace to the humble.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
incongruous
[in-kong-groo-uh s]
adjective
1.
out of keeping or place; inappropriate; unbecoming:
an incongruous effect; incongruous behavior.
2.
not harmonious in character; inconsonant; lacking harmony of parts:
conscious
(followed by `of') showing realization or recognition of something
sensible
aware intuitively or intellectually of something sensed
witting
aware or knowing
conscious
knowing and perceiving; having awareness of surroundings and sensations and thoughts
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Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.~ George Santayana ~