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Day 22 Reap What You Sow

Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap.  For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will reap from the Spirit eternal life.  And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, an especially to those who are of the household of faith. -Galatians 6:7-10

You reap what you sow.

Reap: to cut or gather
Sow: to plant

If you plant what your heart wants, you will harvest what your heart wants... in the end, it's sin and corruption, even if the flowery bits sprouting up say otherwise.  But if you sow in the Spirit, you will harvest eternity with God.  He cannot grow evil or ugly things.  The Spirit nurtures and fertilizes our souls, so when we gather from our actions, we only see his fingerprints and beauty. 

So let's do good! Let's become more like Love and care for the people around us.  Let's encourage people and see who they're becoming.  Not blowing sunshine in their face as Bob Goff says, but just seeing their gifts and letting them know they are valued.  Let's uplift the body of believers around us.  Let's bring family back into our churches-- giving where there is need and overflowing the love of Christ to everyone.  Not just smiling and saying "I'm glad you're here," but have a real conversation with someone. Get to know them.  Give some joy.  Do good.  Especially to those in the household of faith.  The efforts you sow to the Spirit will bring in a harvest much greater than anything you contribute.

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