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What have you given to Jesus lately? Every evening we sit down with our kids at dinner and have devotion time and prayer. All of that is great, but devotion and prayer is not enough. What kind of life example's have you been to your kids, your friends, your spouse, or your family?
We have been asked to help to take care of Mrs Sue upon occasion. I am not patting myself on the back, by any means. One night we had left her house, and Matt turned to the kids, and said, "Do you know that we helped Jesus tonight?" The kids looked at him kind of funny, and said, "what do you mean?" That night devotion time happened on the way home. We explained to our kids why we help people and how the bible says that if you give someone a glass of water, it is like you give it to Jesus. So whenever we help anyone, it is as if we helped Jesus. It became real to me that night. Of course we have devotion time, but what am I doing to show my kids what it means to be Jesus to someone else. How often am I willing to give to Jesus, even when it's not convenient for me.
I am blessed to be a part of a church, who gives to Jesus daily. Just over the last few weeks alone, people have helped us with our vehicle, I sent out an email about needing to purchase a lawn mower, and within 24 hours, someone had brought a lawn mower to our house to borrow, someone else was helping us look for a lawn mower, and yet another person called to say we could borrow their mower until we bought one. Last week God brought to us a girl in need.
Once again I sent out an email about this girl in need of a job, and with a day, I had received 4 emails of possible job leads, one email just offering to be her friend and willing to hang out with her, and the Care Ministry provided her with some money to help her until she could find a job.
I can't say it enough, that if you are not in a fuel cell, get into one. It is not just a study time, it is time to get close to your church family. Our Fuel Cell is there for each other, we truly love and care for each other, in a way that I have never experienced before. If you need a room painted, your family is there, if you need prayer and support, your fuel cell family is there, if you need a babysitter, your fuel cell family is there. I can't tell you how much we lean upon each other, and genuinely care for one another. Once again, by example, we show the love of Christ to each other daily.
Honestly, I could go on and on, but I think you get my point. I want my kids to not only learn by devotion time, but to learn by example. Our church is full of examples of what it means to give to Jesus daily. I could name names, but I know these people well enough to know, they do not do things for recognition, they do it because of their love for Christ. I love my church, because my church loves Jesus.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Here comes the bride.........
October 8, 1988 a little girl was born. She was beautiful, and perfect in every way. She had beautiful brown hair, and tiny little fingers. If I remember correctly, she had a birth mark on the back her neck. A birth mark that my family claims as the "Erwin" mark. Many of our family members have the same birth mark on the back of their head just around the neck line. She was the first of six niece's and nephew's on my side of the family.
I was just a child myself when she was born. I was only 15 years old. I did not miss one part of the pregnancy. I was able to go to doctor's visits with her mom. In some small way, I was a part of that baby growing inside of her belly, at least as much as I could be. I was so excited. I remember the day she was born. We waited impatiently in the waiting room. My brother, who was only 18 at the time, I had never seen him so nervous. He was this skinny little kid, and I remember as he pulled open the doors to the maternity ward, he nearly passed out. Before we knew, this beautiful baby was born.
Her mom ended up having to stay in the hospital for 3 weeks. She had a high fever that would not break, and the doctor's could not figure out what was wrong. My dad loved her like a daughter, and he worried about her. So much, that I remember his little chat with the doctor's in the hallway, that he wanted to know what was wrong with her and they already wasted too much time figuring it out. By the time Sandy came home, she was back down to her normal size, as if she had never been pregnant.
My niece lived with us for a few short months. My heart became deeply attached to that precious little girl. More so than I ever could have imagined. I helped take care of her when Sandy was working, I helped her with over night feedings. I became very attached to this precious little baby.
I wish I could share with you everything I know about her life, but for me, that is all of the life I was blessed to know. Even though I may not have seen her first steps, or heard about her first day of school, I can't even tell you about her 16th birthday. But I remembered her everyday of my life. I prayed for her daily, and the love I have her lies deep within my heart. The circumstances that prevented me from knowing her, were not ones that a 15 year old girl could change. But no circumstance on earth, could change the love I have her. Nothing could ever stop me from praying for her, caring for her, and hoping that one day she will want to know this person that loves her so much.
Tonight, that baby girl became a woman. A woman that is now wife. Today was her wedding day. I can't believe that 20 years have gone by, and all I can share with you is her birth story. I had hoped to see her in her beautiful dress. This is her special day. I prayed for her today, I prayed that this day was everything she had ever dreamed of. I prayed that God has given her man that will love her, and cherish her, and make her feel as though she is the most important and most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. I may not have been there, but I thought of her all day today.
I opened up my facebook, and someone had posted a picture of her from tonight. She looked amazing. Her dress was strapless, simple, yet elegant. Her hair was beautiful, it looked as though she had a little curl on the sides. A tear began to roll down my face. I hate everyday that I miss another day of her life. As one tear fell, several more began to follow. I'm so happy for her. I wish she could know the love I have for her in my heart. I pray that she is blessed with a wonderful life. I will never give up. As my daughter has taught me this week, it just takes a little faith and little prayer. I will never give up on one day being a part of her very special life.
I was just a child myself when she was born. I was only 15 years old. I did not miss one part of the pregnancy. I was able to go to doctor's visits with her mom. In some small way, I was a part of that baby growing inside of her belly, at least as much as I could be. I was so excited. I remember the day she was born. We waited impatiently in the waiting room. My brother, who was only 18 at the time, I had never seen him so nervous. He was this skinny little kid, and I remember as he pulled open the doors to the maternity ward, he nearly passed out. Before we knew, this beautiful baby was born.
Her mom ended up having to stay in the hospital for 3 weeks. She had a high fever that would not break, and the doctor's could not figure out what was wrong. My dad loved her like a daughter, and he worried about her. So much, that I remember his little chat with the doctor's in the hallway, that he wanted to know what was wrong with her and they already wasted too much time figuring it out. By the time Sandy came home, she was back down to her normal size, as if she had never been pregnant.
My niece lived with us for a few short months. My heart became deeply attached to that precious little girl. More so than I ever could have imagined. I helped take care of her when Sandy was working, I helped her with over night feedings. I became very attached to this precious little baby.
I wish I could share with you everything I know about her life, but for me, that is all of the life I was blessed to know. Even though I may not have seen her first steps, or heard about her first day of school, I can't even tell you about her 16th birthday. But I remembered her everyday of my life. I prayed for her daily, and the love I have her lies deep within my heart. The circumstances that prevented me from knowing her, were not ones that a 15 year old girl could change. But no circumstance on earth, could change the love I have her. Nothing could ever stop me from praying for her, caring for her, and hoping that one day she will want to know this person that loves her so much.
Tonight, that baby girl became a woman. A woman that is now wife. Today was her wedding day. I can't believe that 20 years have gone by, and all I can share with you is her birth story. I had hoped to see her in her beautiful dress. This is her special day. I prayed for her today, I prayed that this day was everything she had ever dreamed of. I prayed that God has given her man that will love her, and cherish her, and make her feel as though she is the most important and most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. I may not have been there, but I thought of her all day today.
I opened up my facebook, and someone had posted a picture of her from tonight. She looked amazing. Her dress was strapless, simple, yet elegant. Her hair was beautiful, it looked as though she had a little curl on the sides. A tear began to roll down my face. I hate everyday that I miss another day of her life. As one tear fell, several more began to follow. I'm so happy for her. I wish she could know the love I have for her in my heart. I pray that she is blessed with a wonderful life. I will never give up. As my daughter has taught me this week, it just takes a little faith and little prayer. I will never give up on one day being a part of her very special life.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
My Mini Twin
Well, my daughter broke her arm. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. It's one of those things that just seems to happen. Well, what would you think if I told you how much my daughter and I are truly alike. We were both born breach, at the age of 2 we both busted our heads open on the corner of a table and had to get stitches, we both have beautiful matching scars on our foreheads, and now the broken wrist. I was five and she is now six, both of us with a broken left wrist. We have laughed about this, and my daughter and son are very amused by the story. Just remember, our kids walk in our shoes more than we will ever know. My son is nine, never had a stitch, or a broken bone. :) I'm thinking that he will follow in his daddy's shoes. At least he has my artistic ability. But he likes the same kind of things his daddy likes, he is almost a mirror image of his daddy. He is very particular about how he arranges the clothes in his dresser, the kind of shoes he wears, and takes interest in the same things his daddy does. It amazes me, that even without trying, our kids take on our characteristics and even some of our habits. So be careful what you do and what you say, because little eye's are always watching.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I Love My Church
A little over two years ago, I found myself hurt by church. I didn't want to go to church, I didn't want to pray or read my bible. Questions were encamped in my brain, is this what church is really suppose to be like? Should anyone ever feel not accepted at any church? I wore the right clothes, I rarely missed a service, I was actively involved in the church, I paid my tithes. Why did I feel so left out, and so disconnected from what was suppose to be God's people.
My friend once told me that her mom said to her, if you can't live close to family, find a good church where you live and they will be your family. I did not feel this way. I did not feel as though I was surrounded by family. When I think of family, I think of people that are going to love you no matter what. People that are there to help pick you up when you are down. People that can be your strength when you are weak. People that want to share life with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and pray with you.
I am reminded every March 31st, on my husbands birthday, of this low point in our life. No, not because it's my husbands birthday, but because it is also the same day that Shane and Mary's son passed away. It's been three years now, since little Nate passed away. I would love to say that I can tell you all of these wonderful stories about Nate, but truth is I had only met Nate once or twice. I do not think it is a coincidence that this happened on Matt's birthday, because it always stands as a reminder of where we were headed and where God has brought us to today.
You may be wondering what does Nate have to do with this story. As Shane and Mary know I can make a long story out of this, but I will try to give you the short version. Shane coached our son's t-ball team. We did not know Shane, honestly we did not know at first that he was a pastor. We knew he was a Christ follower, but was not your ordinary Pocola, OK pastor in a suit and tie. He was a normal Dad involved in his kid's lives. During the first weeks of t-ball practice, Nate got sick. In a very short period of time Nate was gone. Zach and Sammy were in class together, we offered to help get him to t-ball games and we began to watch a couple in the days and months to come, cope with the loss of their son. Matt and I were attending church, and had been attending the same church since the day we got married.
One reason we had never changed churches, we just didn't know of a place we really wanted to go to. Watching Shane and Mary over the course of the year after their sons loss, sparked something inside of me. I told my husband, I need to take our kids some where, so I'm going to take them to FBC on Sunday. The kids had attended VBS there and really liked it, so I thought we should try it. I came home energized, and constantly talking about the service and the people. Many of which are still with us at Fuel. They made me feel welcome from day one, and I knew that is where God wanted me to be. However, I am not the head of our home, luckily my spark, sparked something in my husband and together we went. I remember one Sunday Morning, we sat in service after a few short weeks, and my husband passed me a note that said, I am as sure that this is where we are suppose to be as I was sure about marrying you. We joined the church that day, and Mary hugged me afterwards and said, " I knew today was the day."
Every March 31st, I am reminded of the purpose of that little boys life. Every March 31st, I am reminded that God has placed us where we are suppose to be. We love our church. I have never experienced church in quite this way. People growing together in Fuel Cells, actually helping people through life, no matter what they have done or where they come from. This church is more my family, than anyone has ever been in my life. It is the love of Christ that flows through the people, that lifted me up when I was down.
God confirmed to us one night in Shane and Mary's living room, that we were to serve together with them, and that is what we are here to do. God once again reminded me, that we are here to serve and be whatever we need to be for our pastor's and for our church family. I love my church, and the love they show to me and my family daily.
My friend once told me that her mom said to her, if you can't live close to family, find a good church where you live and they will be your family. I did not feel this way. I did not feel as though I was surrounded by family. When I think of family, I think of people that are going to love you no matter what. People that are there to help pick you up when you are down. People that can be your strength when you are weak. People that want to share life with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and pray with you.
I am reminded every March 31st, on my husbands birthday, of this low point in our life. No, not because it's my husbands birthday, but because it is also the same day that Shane and Mary's son passed away. It's been three years now, since little Nate passed away. I would love to say that I can tell you all of these wonderful stories about Nate, but truth is I had only met Nate once or twice. I do not think it is a coincidence that this happened on Matt's birthday, because it always stands as a reminder of where we were headed and where God has brought us to today.
You may be wondering what does Nate have to do with this story. As Shane and Mary know I can make a long story out of this, but I will try to give you the short version. Shane coached our son's t-ball team. We did not know Shane, honestly we did not know at first that he was a pastor. We knew he was a Christ follower, but was not your ordinary Pocola, OK pastor in a suit and tie. He was a normal Dad involved in his kid's lives. During the first weeks of t-ball practice, Nate got sick. In a very short period of time Nate was gone. Zach and Sammy were in class together, we offered to help get him to t-ball games and we began to watch a couple in the days and months to come, cope with the loss of their son. Matt and I were attending church, and had been attending the same church since the day we got married.
One reason we had never changed churches, we just didn't know of a place we really wanted to go to. Watching Shane and Mary over the course of the year after their sons loss, sparked something inside of me. I told my husband, I need to take our kids some where, so I'm going to take them to FBC on Sunday. The kids had attended VBS there and really liked it, so I thought we should try it. I came home energized, and constantly talking about the service and the people. Many of which are still with us at Fuel. They made me feel welcome from day one, and I knew that is where God wanted me to be. However, I am not the head of our home, luckily my spark, sparked something in my husband and together we went. I remember one Sunday Morning, we sat in service after a few short weeks, and my husband passed me a note that said, I am as sure that this is where we are suppose to be as I was sure about marrying you. We joined the church that day, and Mary hugged me afterwards and said, " I knew today was the day."
Every March 31st, I am reminded of the purpose of that little boys life. Every March 31st, I am reminded that God has placed us where we are suppose to be. We love our church. I have never experienced church in quite this way. People growing together in Fuel Cells, actually helping people through life, no matter what they have done or where they come from. This church is more my family, than anyone has ever been in my life. It is the love of Christ that flows through the people, that lifted me up when I was down.
God confirmed to us one night in Shane and Mary's living room, that we were to serve together with them, and that is what we are here to do. God once again reminded me, that we are here to serve and be whatever we need to be for our pastor's and for our church family. I love my church, and the love they show to me and my family daily.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I wish I could be there
I know I shouldn't be envious, but I am. All of the girls in my fuel cell have been bridal shopping with their sisters. Well, my niece is getting married next month. This is a wedding I have dreamed of. I have always wanted to be a part of this wedding. But I have not received an inviation or even a phone call or email. But my niece does not know me. It's a long story. Something I could never fix, something I could never change. But truly she does not know me. My heart desires to know her, to be a part of her life. But the truth is, she does not know me, and she is hurt by life far more than I can truly understand. So hurt, that she can not truly understand how much I truly love her and want to be a part of her life. But the truth is, this is her day. Not mine. I would do anything to be even a small part of it, but if me not being there makes it better day for her, then I would rather not be with her. Does that not make me think of her? Of course not. Anyone who knows me, knows my heart for her. It is not about me. I would do anything for her. Including not being at her wedding. As I listen to people who talk about Bride Zilla's. Understand that it is a blessing just to be a part of it. To be accepted, to be invited, to be able to dress shop and be a part of bridal showers. I would give anything for that right now. But my heart is for my niece and her happiness. If me not being there makes her day a little easier or a litter better, then it doesn't matter how much it hurts me. I pray that she has the most wonderful amazing day of her life. I pray that her marriage is one that lasts forever. I pray that she is happier than she has ever been. Be thankful for every part you get to play in a persons life. It is a blessing from God. Even if your part, is not being there. It may be really hard for me to understand, she doesn't know me, or to understand a hurt that is so deep in her heart. I would do anything to change that for her. I would do anything to change the last 20 years. But I can't. I couldn't change it then, and I couldn't change it now. Sometimes, other people have to pay the consequences for other people's actions. But, I will always love her, I will always hold her close to my heart. It is not her fault that she doesn't know me. I will love her forever, and pray for her forever. If that is the only role I play in her life, that is OK.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Melted.........
I know it's been a while since I have blogged. It was a funny kind of day for me. I came home from work and Matt picked up the kids. He came through the door fussing with Abby. Up until today, Abby had decided she did not want to go to the Winter Ball at school. But she had spent the day talking to friends, her friends were going and they had practiced their silly dances at school today during recess. One little girl cried at recess because her boyfriend was dancing with another girl during recess. For those of you who do not know, my daughter is in the first grade. However, tonight it seemed more like she was sixteen. I told Matt I would take her to the winter ball.
We sat down to eat dinner, and Matt and I were watching "Everybody Loves Raymond". Funny thing is, his daughter was invited to a formal dance. Everyone was going, and wearing beautiful formal dresses. Raymond took his daughter dress shopping, and the dress she needed for this formal affair was $250. He decided this was ridiculous, and he was not going to spend this kind of money on a dress for his young daughter to wear to a formal dance. To make a long story short, he feels bad for his daughter and doesn't want her to feel left out, so he goes behind his wife's back and buys the dress for his daughter. It is sweet to see a daughter melt her daddy's heart.
I saw my very own daughter do that to her daddy tonight. We picked a black dress out of her closet, fixed her, applied some glitter, and lip gloss. She was beautiful. Her daddy kept telling her, now I don't want you to dance with any boys. Just go and have fun with your friends. What I can't describe in words is the look on her daddy's face to see his daughter get dressed for her first dance. (we were not expecting this to happen for several more years). But I could see his heart melt as a he hugged his little girl. It was very sweet.
I took my daughter to this winter ball. We have never been before, so I didn't know what to expect. We just put on the prettiest dress in her closet and fixed her all up and off we went. We pulled into the school parking lot, and little girls were getting out in formal dresses, little boys in tuxedo's. That's when my heart melted. I didn't want my little girl to feel like that little girl on Everybody Loves Raymond. But I watched my daughter get out of the truck, and it was as if she didn't see what people were wearing. She was just excited to be there. We walked in and she found her friends. I watched them all dance, found out my daughter knows the mac arena, and just enjoyed being there.
A part of me wanted to cry, but I was so proud of her. Yes, she was beautiful in her very informal dress, but she was even more beautiful with every bit of fun that she had in her informal dress. It didn't matter what she had on, it didn't matter what her friends had on. They all took pictures together, danced together, and just enjoyed being with friends. To me that made her more beautiful than I can even describe to you.
That reminded me how we as Christians are suppose to be. We should never walk in admiring everyone else, or wishing we had what other people had. We should walk in with a good attitude. An attitude of joy, and love we have for each other. We should never be separated by what we wear, what job title we have, our intelligence or lack there of. It didn't matter if Abby's friends were rich, poor, or over weight. All she saw was a group of friends that she wanted to have fun with. The only way we can truly show the love of Christ, is to show our hearts. I am so proud of watching my daughter tonight.
We sat down to eat dinner, and Matt and I were watching "Everybody Loves Raymond". Funny thing is, his daughter was invited to a formal dance. Everyone was going, and wearing beautiful formal dresses. Raymond took his daughter dress shopping, and the dress she needed for this formal affair was $250. He decided this was ridiculous, and he was not going to spend this kind of money on a dress for his young daughter to wear to a formal dance. To make a long story short, he feels bad for his daughter and doesn't want her to feel left out, so he goes behind his wife's back and buys the dress for his daughter. It is sweet to see a daughter melt her daddy's heart.
I saw my very own daughter do that to her daddy tonight. We picked a black dress out of her closet, fixed her, applied some glitter, and lip gloss. She was beautiful. Her daddy kept telling her, now I don't want you to dance with any boys. Just go and have fun with your friends. What I can't describe in words is the look on her daddy's face to see his daughter get dressed for her first dance. (we were not expecting this to happen for several more years). But I could see his heart melt as a he hugged his little girl. It was very sweet.
I took my daughter to this winter ball. We have never been before, so I didn't know what to expect. We just put on the prettiest dress in her closet and fixed her all up and off we went. We pulled into the school parking lot, and little girls were getting out in formal dresses, little boys in tuxedo's. That's when my heart melted. I didn't want my little girl to feel like that little girl on Everybody Loves Raymond. But I watched my daughter get out of the truck, and it was as if she didn't see what people were wearing. She was just excited to be there. We walked in and she found her friends. I watched them all dance, found out my daughter knows the mac arena, and just enjoyed being there.
A part of me wanted to cry, but I was so proud of her. Yes, she was beautiful in her very informal dress, but she was even more beautiful with every bit of fun that she had in her informal dress. It didn't matter what she had on, it didn't matter what her friends had on. They all took pictures together, danced together, and just enjoyed being with friends. To me that made her more beautiful than I can even describe to you.
That reminded me how we as Christians are suppose to be. We should never walk in admiring everyone else, or wishing we had what other people had. We should walk in with a good attitude. An attitude of joy, and love we have for each other. We should never be separated by what we wear, what job title we have, our intelligence or lack there of. It didn't matter if Abby's friends were rich, poor, or over weight. All she saw was a group of friends that she wanted to have fun with. The only way we can truly show the love of Christ, is to show our hearts. I am so proud of watching my daughter tonight.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Proverbs Study Week Five
I fell of the wagon. It's time to get back on again. It has been a very hectic weekend. I babysat all weekend long. I want to thank everyone who came to Super Sunday. We had a great time, and lots of food. Unfortunate for the Cardinals fans though. This past week has been a great week with old friends, new friends, and rekindled friendships. I am thankful for all of our friends that God has blessed us with. I hope you guys are keeping warm. I have a quick prayer request: a customer came into the store today, he was an older gentlemen who has to take his wife to Little Rock for surgery. She has a mass in her stomach, and they do not know if it is cancer or not, but his heart was full of worry as he talked about his wife. She has nine siblings and all of them had died of cancer, and he's afraid of losing his wife as well.
Proverbs 10
Pro 10:1 The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.
Pro 10:2 Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death.
Pro 10:3 The LORD does not let the righteous go hungry, but he thwarts the craving of the wicked.
Pro 10:4 A slack hand causes poverty, but the hand of the diligent makes rich.
Pro 10:5 He who gathers in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps in harvest is a son who brings shame.
Pro 10:6 Blessings are on the head of the righteous, but the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
Pro 10:7 The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.
Pro 10:8 The wise of heart will receive commandments, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.
Pro 10:9 Whoever walks in integrity walks securely, but he who makes his ways crooked will be found out.
Pro 10:10 Whoever winks the eye causes trouble, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.
Pro 10:11 The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, but the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
Pro 10:12 Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.
Pro 10:13 On the lips of him who has understanding, wisdom is found, but a rod is for the back of him who lacks sense.
Pro 10:14 The wise lay up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool brings ruin near.
Pro 10:15 A rich man's wealth is his strong city; the poverty of the poor is their ruin.
Pro 10:16 The wage of the righteous leads to life, the gain of the wicked to sin.
Pro 10:17 Whoever heeds instruction is on the path to life, but he who rejects reproof leads others astray.
Pro 10:18 The one who conceals hatred has lying lips, and whoever utters slander is a fool.
Pro 10:19 When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent.
Pro 10:20 The tongue of the righteous is choice silver; the heart of the wicked is of little worth.
Pro 10:21 The lips of the righteous feed many, but fools die for lack of sense.
Pro 10:22 The blessing of the LORD makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it.
Pro 10:23 Doing wrong is like a joke to a fool, but wisdom is pleasure to a man of understanding.
Pro 10:24 What the wicked dreads will come upon him, but the desire of the righteous will be granted.
Pro 10:25 When the tempest passes, the wicked is no more, but the righteous is established forever.
Pro 10:26 Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to those who send him.
Pro 10:27 The fear of the LORD prolongs life, but the years of the wicked will be short.
Pro 10:28 The hope of the righteous brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.
Pro 10:29 The way of the LORD is a stronghold to the blameless, but destruction to evildoers.
Pro 10:30 The righteous will never be removed, but the wicked will not dwell in the land.
Pro 10:31 The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom, but the perverse tongue will be cut off.
Pro 10:32 The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable, but the mouth of the wicked, what is perverse.
......now go back and mark the words wise, wisdom,and fool. As well as mouth, words, lips, and tongue. The New Testament teaches us much about what comes out of our mouths and how that reveals what is in our hearts.
Now read the chapter again, marking righteous, wicked, life and death
Now list what you learned about the wise, the fool, and the wicked, and the righteous. As you make this list you will see how life, death, and the mouth relate to each group of people.
You may also want to write out the connections between wisdom and the righteous and between foolishness, and the wicked. These connections are important--don't miss them.
The Wise:
A wise son makes a glad father
The wise of heart will receive commandments
On the lips of him who has understanding, wisdom is found
The wise lay up knowledge
but wisdom is pleasure to a man of understanding
The Fool:
but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.
but a babbling fool will come to ruin
but a rod is for the back of him who lacks sense.
but the mouth of a fool brings ruin near
and whoever utters slander is a fool
but fools die for lack of sense.
Doing wrong is like a joke to a fool
The Wicked:
Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit
but he thwarts the craving of the wicked.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the gain of the wicked to sin
the heart of the wicked is of little worth.
What the wicked dreads will come upon him
When the tempest passes, the wicked is no more
the years of the wicked will be short
the expectation of the wicked will perish
the wicked will not dwell in the land
the mouth of the wicked, what is perverse.
The Righteous
righteousness delivers from death
he LORD does not let the righteous go hungry
Blessings are on the head of the righteous
The memory of the righteous is a blessing
The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life,
The tongue of the righteous is choice silver
The lips of the righteous feed many,
the desire of the righteous will be granted
the righteous is established forever
The hope of the righteous brings joy
The righteous will never be removed
The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom
The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable
Proverbs 10
Pro 10:1 The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.
Pro 10:2 Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death.
Pro 10:3 The LORD does not let the righteous go hungry, but he thwarts the craving of the wicked.
Pro 10:4 A slack hand causes poverty, but the hand of the diligent makes rich.
Pro 10:5 He who gathers in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps in harvest is a son who brings shame.
Pro 10:6 Blessings are on the head of the righteous, but the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
Pro 10:7 The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.
Pro 10:8 The wise of heart will receive commandments, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.
Pro 10:9 Whoever walks in integrity walks securely, but he who makes his ways crooked will be found out.
Pro 10:10 Whoever winks the eye causes trouble, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.
Pro 10:11 The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, but the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
Pro 10:12 Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.
Pro 10:13 On the lips of him who has understanding, wisdom is found, but a rod is for the back of him who lacks sense.
Pro 10:14 The wise lay up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool brings ruin near.
Pro 10:15 A rich man's wealth is his strong city; the poverty of the poor is their ruin.
Pro 10:16 The wage of the righteous leads to life, the gain of the wicked to sin.
Pro 10:17 Whoever heeds instruction is on the path to life, but he who rejects reproof leads others astray.
Pro 10:18 The one who conceals hatred has lying lips, and whoever utters slander is a fool.
Pro 10:19 When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent.
Pro 10:20 The tongue of the righteous is choice silver; the heart of the wicked is of little worth.
Pro 10:21 The lips of the righteous feed many, but fools die for lack of sense.
Pro 10:22 The blessing of the LORD makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it.
Pro 10:23 Doing wrong is like a joke to a fool, but wisdom is pleasure to a man of understanding.
Pro 10:24 What the wicked dreads will come upon him, but the desire of the righteous will be granted.
Pro 10:25 When the tempest passes, the wicked is no more, but the righteous is established forever.
Pro 10:26 Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to those who send him.
Pro 10:27 The fear of the LORD prolongs life, but the years of the wicked will be short.
Pro 10:28 The hope of the righteous brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.
Pro 10:29 The way of the LORD is a stronghold to the blameless, but destruction to evildoers.
Pro 10:30 The righteous will never be removed, but the wicked will not dwell in the land.
Pro 10:31 The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom, but the perverse tongue will be cut off.
Pro 10:32 The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable, but the mouth of the wicked, what is perverse.
......now go back and mark the words wise, wisdom,and fool. As well as mouth, words, lips, and tongue. The New Testament teaches us much about what comes out of our mouths and how that reveals what is in our hearts.
Now read the chapter again, marking righteous, wicked, life and death
Now list what you learned about the wise, the fool, and the wicked, and the righteous. As you make this list you will see how life, death, and the mouth relate to each group of people.
You may also want to write out the connections between wisdom and the righteous and between foolishness, and the wicked. These connections are important--don't miss them.
The Wise:
A wise son makes a glad father
The wise of heart will receive commandments
On the lips of him who has understanding, wisdom is found
The wise lay up knowledge
but wisdom is pleasure to a man of understanding
The Fool:
but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.
but a babbling fool will come to ruin
but a rod is for the back of him who lacks sense.
but the mouth of a fool brings ruin near
and whoever utters slander is a fool
but fools die for lack of sense.
Doing wrong is like a joke to a fool
The Wicked:
Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit
but he thwarts the craving of the wicked.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.
the gain of the wicked to sin
the heart of the wicked is of little worth.
What the wicked dreads will come upon him
When the tempest passes, the wicked is no more
the years of the wicked will be short
the expectation of the wicked will perish
the wicked will not dwell in the land
the mouth of the wicked, what is perverse.
The Righteous
righteousness delivers from death
he LORD does not let the righteous go hungry
Blessings are on the head of the righteous
The memory of the righteous is a blessing
The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life,
The tongue of the righteous is choice silver
The lips of the righteous feed many,
the desire of the righteous will be granted
the righteous is established forever
The hope of the righteous brings joy
The righteous will never be removed
The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom
The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable
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