Karsten and I filled our basket with tomatoes, yellow squash, zucchini and kale for dinner. We even found fresh rosemary in the beds we’d stripped down to expose the herbs. In the morning he’d noticed the pattern on my dress. “Whoo, Whoo!” he’d continue to express to the slanted owls. (Yes, you’re right, I do dress for my children and grandchildren!)
Our word today, on this 31st day, is BELONG. From generation to generation, God weaves our lives together and teaches us the art of belonging.
To whom do we belong? I belong to Christ, to the brethren and to the family of the human race. We are many family trees, filled with branches, but we are created from the same precious dust of the earth, in the image of God.
One of my very favorite passages, read at our wedding 31 years ago, is from Ephesians 3:14-21. Read it slowly and let the words sink into your spirit.
“For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family on heaven and earth is named, that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”
We BELONG in the center of God’s will, and when we align ourselves with the truth of his Word, that’s where we find peace. Even through these trials, we see his abundant love when our hearts are in tune with him. Harvest is upon us, and as his children, we can surely find delight in this season, because he is in our midst!
God bless you and keep you until we meet again tomorrow!
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