Right Thinking.

Before I knew about blogging I published some articles on fb that were limited by the number of words or characters you could use. I have now reformatted them for this platform, and I am encouraged to share them now many years later, they also form part of my story and building of my character. I pray that these things are true in my life and are useful to others

Prov 23: 7 says as a man thinks in his heart so is he.

We need to have a right thinking of God, lest we reduce him to a simple idol, something we can control, or call on when we need him.

However that's not how it works, we are the creatures, not the Creator, only God qualifies as that. 

His ways are higher than our ways, his thoughts are higher than our thoughts.

We dare not reduce God to this, as it makes God more into our image, than us in his image, he is Supreme master, we are in humble and full submission to His Will, Authority and Purposes, or we will walk confused all of our days.

If you want to find your life, you must first lay it down and lose it, and then, and only then will you discover your true identity, wrapped in the person of Jesus Christ, our Lord, King and precious saviour.



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