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GOD’S WAY IS PERFECT

 

Psalms 18:30

“As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him.” 


I read the following in a devotional:

“Moving beyond other people’s opinions.”

The words resonated with me.


I cannot go back and recover time wasted worrying about other people’s opinions.

I can however, remain diligent in

“studying to shew myself approved unto God.”

His opinion matters.

His Word … the bottom line.


Stopping to dwell on how others feel about you is a distraction.

 Thus, a weight.

Remember,

 the journey requires 

laying weights aside.


I strive

to live out my faith unapologetically.

Unashamed,

of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Endeavoring to follow the Lord’s direction daily.

Following God’s Holy Spirit is to be set free. Liberty.


“Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”

- 2 Corinthians 3:17


I do not have to stumble about trying to find 

my way.

For  I know Jesus Christ “The Way.”


God’s way is perfect.

Perfect in Person.

Perfect in position.

Perfect in clarity.


The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.

- Psalms 138:8


God’s way is perfect.


God bless✨ 

In Christ,

Sis. Stephanie 













 




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