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Dependence

Maturity in Christ is a bit different from the world's perspective.  In America, you're titled mature if you're independent.  In Christ, your maturity hangs upon how dependent we realize we actually are.  There's no place for the occasional:

I can figure it out.

It's not a big deal.

"Alicia...You want to become so, so mature.  But maturity in Christ is childlike dependence upon Me.  Return to the things you did at first.  That is how I want you.  Not walking, but loving my arms.  Come to me like a little child.  Desperate for love!  Repent of spiritual pride!"

"At that time Jesus said, 'I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.'"--Matthew 11:25

 "And he said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'"--Matthew 18:3

 "Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'"--Matthew 19:14

 "You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary.  Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first.  Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first..."--Revelation 2:3-5a

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  1. bekaMarch 23, 2013 at 11:42 PM

    wowwww.....
    i so needed to read this!

    amazing and simple. love it.

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