Making Sure It Counts

My husband and I have started a fitness program together using an app on our phones. It has been an eye-opening experience to see how quickly and subtly the calories add up. I used to focus more on portion size and quantity than on calories. Now I realize the necessity of being alert to those empty calories and making sure that every calorie counts.

The same is true with my parenting habits. It astonishes me that my little boy is nearly 7 weeks old. Before I was even married I already envisioned what kind of mother I wanted to be; presently I am comparing myself to that vision and wondering how I am measuring up. Reality is usually quite different from dreams and plans. The demanding details of every day life and the little one’s individuality set in immediately, and adjustment happens without much thought being given to it. Now that I am getting more rest and have somewhat settled into a daily routine, I can step back and evaluate the habits I am cultivating. Are they counting toward a rich and balanced parenthood or are they empty habits of convenience?

One habit that I strongly desire to develop is incorporating Jesus into the interactions I have with my son. When I am rocking him to sleep, I try to sing Bible songs to him or recite Psalms from memory. I am already trying to talk to him about Jesus and mention how he can make Jesus happy. I want to point him to Jesus now.

Another habit that I am seeking to cultivate, but have a long way to go, is flexibility. Yes, routine is ideal, but life won’t always cooperate. Stability comes with smooth adjustment and calm leadership. Children seek that kind of stability; when life gets topsy-turvy or a day’s routines are disrupted, they will look to Mom for direction. If I can handle the unexpected, then they will know that they can too.

Finally, a calm countenance is the third most important on my habit list. When my baby is upset, I want to remain calm and supportive so that I can soothe him. If I get upset too, he won’t have the anchor he needs to work through his distress. I have to remember that his problems are baby problems and I am an adult. If his little problems get me worked up, how can I possibly help him with the real problems in life?

At this point, I don’t know how much of my parenting skills my baby is taking in. However, I don’t know when that awareness transition will take place; I want to be ready. Healthy parenting habits start now. It takes effort, but making sure it counts is absolutely worth it.

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Note #1001 to Self

For a day that you can feel satisfied with upon its conclusion, remember to do the following:

1. Read the Bible as soon as possible upon rising in the morning.

2. Pray for your family before praying for yourself.

3. Try to pray for at least one person who is not within your immediate family.

4. Prep dinner in the morning so that it’s easy to finish in the afternoon.

5. Get chores done in the cool part of the day.

6. Don’t put more than 2 housekeeping chores on your to-do list.

7. When it’s naptime for the baby, or when he wakes up before he is supposed to, take time to really study his face and inhale his baby fragrance when rocking him.

8. Select a beloved characteristic of each family member and really focus on it all day. (E.g. their hands or a frequent gesture they make)

9. Brush the cat, even if it’s only for a few minutes, as he waits patiently on the porch rug for you to remember him.

10. Sing the dog’s favorite song to her.

11. Walk with all of your senses on the morning walk with dog and baby.

12. When it is easy to dwell on how exhausted or frustrated you feel, slow down your living pace.

13. At the end of the day, kiss your husband and baby, pet the dog, stroke the cats, give the bunny her treat, and put lotion on your feet.

14. Remember that tomorrow is going to be another good day.

 

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How Much I Don’t Know

My baby is pushing 5 weeks old; I knew life could change in a heartbeat, but I didn’t realize how much a new heartbeat could change life.  As I type this, he is sleeping on the floor next to me – knees curled up under him, tiny bottom in the air, tiny hands supporting his adorable little cheek, sweet mouth open just a bit, an occasional smile as he probably dreams of a continuous flow of milk into his tummy.  Last night was a rough one for us. We probably didn’t get more than 3 hours of sleep and only a fraction of those hours were consecutive. He was simply wide awake, and as soon as I got him prepped and relaxed for bed he either spit up all over himself or filled his diaper.   Exhaustion engulfed me and taunted the tears that I was desperately trying to hold back.   With the morning light came enough clarity to help me gain a better perspective on my circumstances.

My husband and son are teaching me so many new things on a daily basis, though not deliberately.  The main lesson is that my life is so much more meaningful when I am willing to put myself last.  In my case, putting myself last often means setting aside that schedule and to-do list and just lying on the floor next to my husband so that we can stare together with wonder at our baby.  It means not allowing my schedule to dominate to the point that I see a clock face and not my child as I care for him.  It means embracing the giggles and grins and baby breath rather than regretting the hours of lost sleep.  It means taking the night shift so my husband can sleep.  It means listening to him describe his day rather than taking a longer nap.  It means letting go of frustration so that walls don’t go up between me and the people that I love most.  It means adjusting my list of priorities and putting people above plans, life above lists.

You see, it all goes back to the man who won my heart two years ago and with whom I just celebrated my first wedding anniversary.  He has such a way of bringing out the better me in me. I am an extremely selfish person, but when I see him willing himself to bend over to clean the cat litter despite the excruciating sciatic pain in his leg or hear him cheerfully making conversation with me at zero-dark- thirty to help me stay awake as I feed our son despite the fact that he has to get up to go to work in just a couple of hours or feel him wrapping his arms around me when I am crying, for the umpteenth time, about chores I couldn’t get to because I am so tired (only to discover that he did them for me while I took a nap), my resolve ever strengthens to purge selfishness from my life.  His selflessness and daily sacrifice have opened my eyes to how much I really didn’t know about everything.

I didn’t know that I could ever be so tired on a daily basis.

I didn’t know such a small person could create so much daily laundry.

I didn’t know all that a 24/7 position entails, which is what it means to be a mom and homemaker.

I didn’t know how incredible it is to hold a small body in my arms and look into two wide eyes and to feel baby breath on my neck and realize that this new person is half of me and half of my husband and entirely his own being.

I didn’t know how terrible selfishness feels and how beautiful sacrifice is in marriage.

I didn’t know that suffering forges deeper commitment than ease ever could.

I didn’t know that I could ever love two people enough that when given opportunities to get mad at them I would find it impossible to do so.

I didn’t know that I would want time to stand still as often as I want it to now.

 

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Now Is Now

This is it! This is the time I have been waiting for since I was able to carry a baby doll in my toddler arms. I am a mom!

Now I have someone to read stories to all day if I choose.

Now I have someone to converse with all day.

Now I have someone to go with on treasure hunts and nature walks.

Now I can establish fun family traditions or plan spontaneous events – like camping in the living room or eating ice cream for breakfast.

Now I can use all of the unique baby items, old-fashioned toys, and classic books that I have been saving through the years.

Now I am able to set a routine for someone that provides security and teaches positive life habits.

Now I will teach the same child, year after year, everything that is on my heart instead of having to say good-bye at the end of the school year.

Now I will finally be able to experience what it is like to write truth on a clean slate, shower love into a brand new heart, and introduce Jesus to an untainted mind.

Now is finally here and I am going to make the most of it!

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Baby Blues

The term seems to indicate a frivolous bout of tears that can quickly be soothed with a pint of Blue Bunny ice cream. It hardly describes the traumatic plunge of emotions that can come at any time during post-partum recovery. I am fortunate to have an exceptional OB who forewarned me in depth about the beating my hormones received, and the retaliation they would most likely take upon my body. Thus, when my emotions hit rock bottom I was as prepared as I could be, but even that wasn’t sufficient.  I would like to share a little bit of my experiences with my readership in the hope that it could be an encouragement to other new mothers who might feel alone in their hormonal captivity.

In the three weeks since the birth of my son, I have experienced about four separate days of hormonal depression.  I am fortunate that each depression did not last longer than twenty-four hours.  However, during those hours I couldn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel.  The frightening thing about these times is that they come without warning – one hour I can be laughing and cheerful and the next hour flooded with doubts, fears, anger, frustration.  Sobbing wells up within me, and I can literally lay on the bed for hours, just crying for no apparent reason.

Many of the doubts that assail me during these times of depression usually involve my ability to mother my child. I am certain that he is not bonding with me, that I am not providing enough nourishment for him, that I don’t have the intuition to provide the stability he needs. I am convinced that I am a terrible mother because it’s usually hard for me to stay awake when feeding him at night, and I am eager to put him back to bed so that I can sleep for a few more hours.  This is followed by extreme waves of guilt when I hold my beautiful son, am flooded with love from my incredibly patient husband, see my cozy home, or am served by generous friends and family.  How selfish must I be to remain in such gloom when I am surrounded by such blessings? And so the gloom settles down even more securely upon my soul.

Today was one such day – it actually started last night and carried over into my morning. This time around I held my tongue when my husband asked me what was bothering me because I have learned that the current state of my emotions isn’t a true reflection of who I am.  This time I determined to ride the wave and come out on top when it passed.  Accusations of failure pounded on my heart and mind; tears raged behind my eyes; darkness filled my heart.  It wasn’t until I sat down with my Bible and read the truths of Scripture that the accusations, rage, and darkness began to subside.  I realized that I have been attempting to mother in my own strength and that is why I am so exhausted.  God gave me this child and it is only in Christ’s strength that I am able to be the mother he needs.

I know I am not the only new mother to go through post-partum emotional trauma, but I am sure that it shows itself in different ways for different people.  It is not easy to be so open about my experiences, but I sincerely hope that by my doing so someone will be encouraged.  If you are struggling, the following plan of action might help you come through it a little easier:

*Turn to God. This is the most vital thing to do. He knows your struggles and reading His word, praying, and journaling about them can help pierce that overwhelming darkness.

*Be open with your husband and allow him to help you if he is trying to.  It really is a team effort and your depression affects him too.

*Adore your baby.  That little one is the reason you are where you are. Looking at him/her will remind you that your suffering isn’t for naught.

*Go outside or move around your home. A change of scene really can help distract your mind.

*Do something. A load of laundry, drying the dishes, playing with the dog, writing letters – any task completed can you give you a sense of accomplishment that will lift your spirit.

Whether  your baby blues are an excuse to eat extra ice cream or are a time of deep sorrow and depression, think of them as a reminder that your body is still recovering from bringing a brand new life into this world and is now shifting to sustaining that life.  Take it in stride and ride the waves instead of letting them pound you.

 

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Little Boy Growing

My shoes fit, as do my clothes,

and my little boy is growing.

I have carpal tunnel no longer so the hand braces are gone,

as my little boy is growing.

My milk has come in and a routine is set,

while my little boy is growing.

Schedules are demanding; Facebook is beckoning,

meanwhile my little boy is growing.

There are thank you’s to write and pictures to order,

for my little boy is growing.

Friends to visit and a house to clean,

though my little boy is growing.

clothes to buy and a kitchen to stock,

because my little boy is growing.

Oh! Tomorrow is here; time has flown,

and my little boy is grown.

May I be still today to savor him in my arms,

just watching my little boy grow.

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Living Essentially

This past spring I discovered the delight of essential oils from DoTerra.  I have never been one to pop pills or rush to the doctor with every small affliction that assails my body. I am a firm believer that proper rest, consistent exercise, and balanced eating lay the foundation for a healthy body.  Now, as a wellness advocate for DoTerra,  I realize that certified pure, therapeutic grade essential oils are what hold that foundation together. The intricate design of plant oils perfectly matches the needs of the human body’s cells, and with these oils we can fight infections, combat symptoms triggered by chronic health conditions, and rejuvenate our tired bodies in ways that have zero negative side effects – unlike chemical products. The heart of essential oils? Simplicity.

The writer in me can’t help but see a parallel between the simplicity of essential oils for living a healthy physical life and the simplicity of dedicating the intricacies of my heart to the Lord Jesus for a healthy spiritual life.  The beautiful thing about essential oils is how, because of its complex structure, the use of one oil to target one particular ailment can actually benefit your entire body. Thus, an entire medicine cabinet of pills can be minimized to a handful of oil bottles.  And so it is with my priorities. I often think that there are so many very important things with which I must keep myself occupied when, in fact, I only need to be still and listen for God’s direction. My ability to remain still is an indicator of the depth of my belief in His reality. Everything else is a distractor from the most important thing I should be doing – focusing on the reality of the Almighty God in my life. 

What does this look like in a real life? I ask myself that nearly every day. Here are some things that I have learned:

1. Start the day with Jesus.  My husband and I have begun a new routine of rising at 4:30am in order to begin our day with individual personal devotions. It has refreshed me beyond words to be able to lay my schedule and my burdens at the feet of Jesus first thing in the morning.  By giving Him my day’s schedule, I am literally giving Him my day. That helps me to be more flexible if changes must be made.

2. Pray less for myself. For years, I have had the habit of praying constantly for myself – my wants, my needs, my worries, my fears….and all that time I am not thinking about or praying for others.  Per the advice of my father I have begun to wean myself from that habit and am making a concerted effort to pray more for others. This has made me more sensitive to the Lord’s prompting for how to minister to others. Who needs a card of encouragement? Who needs help around the house? Who needs a listening ear? How can I get involved with helping the persecuted Christians in Iraq? I am now more motivated to get involved because it’s based on God’s direction, not me frantically trying to stay busy or feel better about myself.

3. Keep less stuff. I like pretty things and I like my things. Yet material possessions weigh me down. It takes longer to clean when there is a lot of clutter. Much stuff makes less room for living beings. My heart becomes attached to earthly treasures instead of heavenly ones. There is freedom in refusing to buy an item just because it catches my eye or denying myself a tasty treat when I’m out shopping; that freedom comes from knowing that my humanity doesn’t have to control me. Instead I am controlled by my Heavenly Father, and He will supply all my needs.  To help reinforce this discipline in my life I have taken on the Coffee 4 Christians challenge and am filling up my coffee mug with the money I would normally spend on splurges. (See video at the end of this blog)

The frankincense oils come from the sap of the frankincense tree. The oils that are the most pure come from the sap that is closest to the tree, while the least pure oil comes from the sap that has drained the farthest from the tree.  Every time I apply the frankincense oil I am reminded that I need to stay close to my Source in order to experience the heart of living essentially. There are so many possibilities in life that seem good – tasty food, beautiful possessions, awesome opportunities – but in reality they are merely distractors.  Simplicity captures what is most important: living the life for which God has designed me.

The Coffee 4 Christians Challenge 

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Equal to What?

In light of the recent events in Ferguson, MO, I would like to discuss equality with you. I am not going to attempt an opinion on the shooting of Michael Brown because I cannot begin to figure out what happened. Depending on the source, we either have the brutal shooting of an innocent, unarmed, black boy by a trigger-happy, white police officer or we have a white police officer defending himself against the violent assault of a three hundred pound black man and his friend after they robbed a store, ignored a directive to step onto the sidewalk, and resisted arrest. However, the protests that have resulted because of it have brought inequality to the forefront of our country’s mind. We are asking ourselves, “In a country that pledges ‘liberty and justice for all’ are people being treated unequally because of their skin color, their gender, their religious beliefs, or their sexual orientation?” The protestors in Ferguson would definitely say yes and our response is to recoil in horror. I think, however, that we have a child’s understanding of equality and have exaggerated the devastation that comes with inequality.

The outcries against inequality sound more to me like, “That’s just not fair!” than anything truly legitimate. Fairness is not about a smooth ride down easy street. The push for equality seems to be more for free handouts then for character-building opportunities. The loudest accusations of inequality seem to most often come when laws have been broken and justice served; that’s when the race card usually comes out. We live in a world that is filled with bias. Our upbringing conditions us to be partial towards what is familiar. It would be impossible for us to eradicate that tendency from our society. Why? Because there is no unbiased, impartial person to be found who can teach us about true equality.

Equality means:

A perfectly level playing field: all members of the community grow up in the same area, eat the same food, receive the same education, live in the same style of house, have the same health experiences, etc. But we know this can never be the case. Each individual, including those growing up in the same household, has a slightly different entry into the world, as well as upbringing and personality. Every bit of this works to shape the individual’s perspective of and interaction with the world.

The same rewards and consequences for all: Whether you are male or female, black or white, Christian or not, rich or poor, every action, attitude, or behavior would result in the same reward or consequence. Once again, we know that this is simply impossible. It would not be right for a child to receive the same penalty for breaking the law as an adult because he doesn’t understand the laws yet- and voila! We have already made our first exception to equality. Our expectation is that everyone who understands the law will receive the same rewards or consequences for following or breaking it.

The same opportunity for everyone to succeed: Whether you are male or female, black or white, Christian or not, rich or poor, you should be able to do and become whatever you want. The difficulty with this is that some people have farther to travel or higher to climb than others because they had a different starting point. I might want to be a math professor at Stanford. I can certainly go for it, but the fact is that I struggle greatly with math. I could have one thousand math geniuses as my tutors, if I could afford it, but if my mind just doesn’t get it, teaching math at Stanford is not going to happen. Yet I have an equal opportunity to try.

The problem that I see in our society is that many people are avoiding the personal responsibility and hard work that real equality requires. When the playing field is not entirely level, it is sexism at play. When the rewards and consequences vary for individuals, it is the fault of the wealthy one percent. When someone can’t get the job they want or into the school of their choosing or the house that strikes their fancy, it is the result of racism. Granted, there are occasions when that reasoning is probably true, but most of the time I think the ones pulling the inequality card are simply not motivated enough to do what it takes to set goals and achieve them. In the case of Michael Brown, if his life was unjustly taken, then the police officer should be punished. Let’s not bring the race card into play for it really doesn’t matter. What does matter is that he was willing to unjustly take the life of a citizen he had sworn to protect. If Michael Brown was not innocent, and he did seek to harm the police officer, a racist motive is not the issue. What is the issue is that he wanted to harm, not respect, a law enforcement officer. You see, it ultimately comes down to the heart and character of a person. Are we quicker to work or whine? Change ourselves or complain about others? Protest or progress?

In the Old Testament book of Numbers, chapters 15 and 16, we learn about the rebellion of the Israelite Korah and his followers. He approached Moses and Aaron with the words, “You have gone far enough, for all the congregation are holy, every one of them, and the LORD is in their midst; so why do you exalt yourselves above the assembly of  the LORD?”   In today’s words his statement would sound something like this: “You have gone far enough, for we are all good. We should all be given equal treatment and equal rights. Why do you think that you are better than us?” Does this sound familiar? The only true equality that we will ever experience in this life is our place before the Almighty God. Whether you are one of the masses in Calcutta, India, or President Obama in America, your status before God is equal – zero. None of us is holy, and it is only by His great mercy and the outpouring of His blood that we can ever begin to imagine a personal relationship with Him. How glorious that He will allow us to repent of our rebellion in order to gain the hope of eternity with Him! Otherwise our fate would be like Korah’s: the earth opened up and swallowed him, his followers, and all that belonged to them. God did not reason with them or explain His opinion to them; He did not justify or defend Himself. He is God and that is all that matters.

When we start to feel like life’s not fair or that we are not being treated the way we deserve, perhaps we should stop mid-complaint and realize that that might be a good thing.

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Diving in the Shallows [Graphic image alert]

RW photoThis week’s sorrowful news of Robin Williams’ lonely death has left much of America reeling. He was iconic for his skill in tackling tough issues in a humorous way through his famous films. For many people, Robin Williams had become a friend because his movies seemed to show that he was able to relate to their struggles. For others, Robin Williams and his movies were intertwined with favorite family memories. His loss symbolized the beloved past slipping even farther away.

What is it about the celebrity life that seems to so frequently bring its populace to such an abrupt end? I don’t think that a single year goes by without at least one star committing suicide. I remember how shocked I was when it was Heath Ledger. In their movies they are so alive and so filled with conviction. It is easy to forget that they are not the characters they play; perhaps they forget too. Over and over again we hear of the rich and famous being admitted to rehab, getting married and divorced and remarried for the nth time, shoplifting, drinking while driving, or ending their lives. Yet our culture continues to be obsessed with them, and our obsession only fuels the greedy fire. We want to do what they do, wear what they wear, eat and drink what they eat and drink, accessorize with their accessories, perhaps even work where are favorite film characters work. Do we believe we can be celebrities and escape the emptiness?

And as we remain captivated with stardom, butchery advances:

Baby about to be murdered by ISIS soldiers.

Baby about to be murdered by ISIS soldiers.


Victims of ISIS brutality

Victims of ISIS brutality


Father grieves over his little daughter who was beheaded by ISIS soldiers.

Father grieves over his little daughter who was beheaded by ISIS soldiers.

At this very moment hundreds of thousands of Iraqi and Syrian Christians and minority groups are fleeing for their lives from a barbarian army. The ISIS soldiers are raping and murdering women, beheading children, and crucifying men – all in the name of Islam.
In Israel, children and the elderly are used as human shields by Hamas so that the Israelis can be blamed for targeting civilians in their military strikes.
Pastor Sayeed is still being held prisoner in Iran simply because of his Christian faith.
The Nigerian school girls, kidnapped by Islamic extremists several months ago, have yet to be rescued.

This list of tragic affairs could go on and on, but the few things that I did list are quite overwhelming in and of themselves. I often sit and ponder what I can do about any of them. I ‘Like’ sentiments of outrage on Facebook. I ‘Share’ informative articles on my ‘Wall.’ I pray. I blog. But I still feel like I’m in the shallows of life. My world can still be turned upside down if I can’t figure out what to wear to church or I’m not able to get my laundry done on Monday. Traffic frustrates me; I get angry if I stub my toe. I fret if someone ‘Unfriends’ me. That’s the extent of my suffering.

I don’t think suffering makes us more noble or more valuable. We all struggle with our human emptiness and are ever seeking to fill the empty spaces in our hearts, and suffering often reveals the depth of our lacking. The answer is Jesus. As we determine to follow Him, He will show us where our focus needs to be. His convictions become ours and His passion will fuel our sacrifice. What He hates, so will we. Gradually we relinquish our desire for stardom, trade snorkel gear for an oxygen tank, and dive into the depths of faith with our Maker. Who knows where we’ll go or what we’ll discover. We may end up serving refugees in Iraq or simply boycotting Target. What matters is our obedience. Dive in the shallows no longer.

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The Natural Rhythm

There are two storms headed towards my state. While everyone is frantically clearing store shelves and filling up gas tanks, I have been doing some reflecting on nature, human nature, and God’s character. It never fails that in times of difficulty we come to God with our list of demands and our plans of how things should turn out. Once the disaster passes we resume our crazy lives and set God on the sidelines until we have another wish list we would like Him to fulfill. I definitely catch myself doing this on a disappointingly consistent basis. I know there is a better way.

Nature can show us an improved way of life. In the beginning we were placed in a garden – to care for the vegetation and animals, yes, but also to learn more about God through will-less beings. I believe that through plants, animals, and other elements of nature we can learn about the natural rhythm that the rest of the living world follows, and we can CHOOSE to align our life to it. I have noticed that plants and animals, for example, exude contentment for how things are in the moment. Unless they are impacted by an outside force, they do not experience stress or worry about what is to come. They know what their purpose is, and they don’t try to change it. Oceans, seasons, and weather also exist in a similar pattern. They obey the scientific laws that have been set for them and in doing so create an environment of stability. What about storms, high waves, droughts, fires, and disease? These are things that nonhumans don’t worry about; instead, they are faced as they come, are adapted to, and life goes on.

Human beings, on the other hand, spend much of their time frantically bustling about, worrying about not being prepared for tomorrow, examining what they did wrong yesterday, stressing about what they are lacking today, and searching for their lost identities. They are certain that if anything can go wrong for them, it will, impatiently tap their fingers against the dashboard at red lights, sway back and forth in the line for the cashier, and twiddle their thumbs as they wait for their microwave dinner to finish heating. Does this sound anything like the morning glory that blooms fresh every morning? Or the cat that is enamored with the ever-elusive bird? Or the bird that greets the sunrise with a song? Or the waves that continually embrace the shoreline? Perhaps human beings have the gifts of a will and a mind to govern it, but do we actually take the time to appreciate that fact?

As these storms approach, something I have absolutely no control over, I am not going to pray for them to be diverted. Instead, I will pray that I will have the strength to be calm if they hit and a peaceful mind that can lean into God so that I don’t become overwhelmed. I want this to be my attitude for every storm that comes my way – natural or spiritual. Just like my animal and plant friends, I don’t know what the next hour will bring so why worry about it? Everything is better when I take the time to do my chores with a song on my lips, a sparkle in my eye, and an attitude that refreshes the world around me. Doing so shows an implicit trust in God and His sovereign will.
Matthew 6:25-34

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