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Every first Tuesday of the month, the Board of Directors for Iron Rose Sister Ministries gathers from across the US via the wonders of modern technology. It is an honor and a privilege to serve alongside these individuals with their diverse talents and perspectives. We pray together, rejoice together, and continually seek God's will as we move forward in the ministry. I am constantly challenged by their giving spirits, sacrificial service, prayerful support, and individual walks with God.
God has designed that by being a part of His body, we be surrounded by those who can challenge and support us, those that have strengths that balance our weaknesses, those with whom we can work together to accomplish great things in the kingdom.
Are you surrounding yourself with the body of Christ or have you been isolated lately?
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Pride. It raises its ugly head at the most inopportune times and catches me unawares...
January 1st is a day in which many feel that they have been given a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning. Last Wednesday, my new beginning ended in a less than stellar fashion. I had met and prayed with someone that morning, cheered on the LSU Tigers to victory, "happened" to run into a church friend who was encouraged by a brief visit, and got a few things checked off my list that afternoon. A red-letter day was in the works and I was feeling good about the way the new year was starting.
And then, I went to church. Normally, an occasion for fellowship, learning, sharing, and serving, my pride prevented much of that from happening. I got into an argument with someone during class about something that does not matter. It was so trivial that I will not enter into the discussion here, for it would only lend more merit to the topic than it deserves.
After the Holy Spirit prick of my conscience when I realized my large-headed pride had taken over my tongue, I withdrew my publicly verbal assertion, but had trouble dropping it in my own head the rest of the night. I would still, if asked, conclude that I was right, but being "right" was not what it was about, for my attitude screamed louder and more offensively than any truth at the moment.
I thank God for helping me recognize the prideful pattern I fell into that night. My greater thanks is that His mercies are new every morning and not just at the start of a new year (Lamentations 3:22-23).