Situations come. And sometimes they bring out the absolute worst in me. Like the lemon squeezer, or the winepress. What's inside eventually permeates my exterior and becomes all too apparent to the outside world.
Why? Where is all this bitter, spiteful, sour stuff coming from?
I heard the answer this morning.
He (or she) who sows to the flesh, reaps corruption. Yes, that's it. All the junk that's oozing from my mind and mouth is just that: corrupt.
The answer, so clear and simple. Sow to the Spirit, and reap life and peace.
Newly armed with seed-bag over my shoulder--all Johnny-Appleseed feeling--I engage my day. Mine is only to reach into the word and sprinkle as I go.
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