You Have Not Glorified

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Conviction and repentance have come to my house this week. I have been shown 3 ways in which I am not pleasing in my various studies. I do these things, but not on the levels that God has and is calling me to do them. Things in my life are shifting toward a more thankful existance. I thank God that He never allows us to become stagnant in His Word. As I look at the amazing things that have been accomplished in my life by the Mighty hand of God, I am ashamed of how little I have loved, prayed, and praised.

You do not love.
You do not pray.
You do not glorify.

"But the God in whose hand are your life breath and your ways, you have not glorified."
-Daniel 5: 23

"And He said to them, "It is written, 'MY HOUSE SHALL BE CALLED A HOUSE OF PRAYER'...
-Matthew 21:13

"By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another."
-John 13:35

"Praise and Prayer

7 I will tell of the kindnesses of the LORD,
the deeds for which he is to be praised,
according to all the LORD has done for us—
yes, the many good things he has done
for the house of Israel,
according to his compassion and many kindnesses.
8 He said, "Surely they are my people,
sons who will not be false to me";
and so he became their Savior.

9 In all their distress he too was distressed,
and the angel of his presence saved them.
In his love and mercy he redeemed them;
he lifted them up and carried them
all the days of old."

-Isaiah 63:7-9 (keep reading this chapter on your own)


*photo of Cape Grace, South Africa
What I am reading: Beth Moore's Daniel Bible study & Andrew Murray's The Ministry of Intercessory Prayer (2 pages into it, I was convicted of my lack of prayer)

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