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Eat... {Everyday Beautiful}

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Every Tuesday morning, I gather with a lovely group of ladies to study. Last year we ended up having an inadvertent focus on prayer (Ephesians, Priscilla Shirer's Armor of God study, and The Sacred Echo) - this year, it's joy. The no-matter-what sort that Paul talks about in Philippians (which is what we're studying right now).

Another strong theme we've found is community - how being joyful despite all is a lot easier when we're surrounded and encouraged by others. Because when we're alone we begin to believe the lies our own minds tell us, and we begin to believe them, because there's no one there to say any different.

No one there to remind us that we are loved. That even our brokenness is redeemed. That we are made with a purpose. That He whom we serve (yet so often forget) turns all to our good, and cares for us. And no one there to remind us that when our spiritual stomach is grumbling, it's not a pint of ice cream from the freezer that we should eat, but the Bread of Life that will satisfy our craving.



This post is day 28 in my 31 Days series, 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful - for an introduction and more posts, head here.

Comments

Melinda Hollis said…
You and I were both talking about the Bread of Life this week. :D I love it when things like that happen. Your study group sounds wonderful.

Hugs,
Melinda (Visiting from #34 this week)
Tara Ulrich said…
We are all loved! I'm so glad the bread of life sustains us all!

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