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The Great Things

Instead of falling limp at the first sign of imperfection let's do the work that makes things and people great. Sweat, tears, prayers, trust.

Instead of cowering away from ideas for amazing things because we don't feel adequate, let's decide to do our best and let God fill in the rest.

Instead of looking at the sea of messes that need to be cleaned up and losing heart, let's start with what we can affect and watch The Lord use the ripples to reach far and wide. 

Instead of slumping into the persona attributed to this generation, let's keep our heads up but chins down and show them that's not what we're about.

Instead of selling out to the easiest thing, let's learn to wait for the good ones. Because there are good ones. Were actually promised to reap a harvest of righteousness if we don't lose heart and give up. I don't know exactly what that is, but I know it is worth it and I know it's good.

Instead of building who we are on the beaches of opinions and trends, let's make the rock of an unchanging Jesus the substance in our souls. 
 
Instead of accepting what we have now for all we'll ever have, let's climb a little higher to where the great things are.
Instead of ignoring that constant gnaw to give up the mediocre and say yes to the great things, let's say yes just once and see what other great things come from it.

Instead of running to everything and everyone else and saving Jesus for last, let's go to Jesus first for once and see where it takes our hearts.




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