i am refrigerator full stuffed with good intentions. i have lost sight of my
am going to
because they have been pressed into unable to see clearly by the storing of them.
for a season god’s gifted, fresh scented incoming masks the smell of decaying. but my heart sours along with and i become shame restless at my neglect to use, to offer, to feed with.
there is no nutrition in left-sitting-on-glass-shelf-and-plastic-bin. pretty colored pilings up that slowly wither away.
it is the doing that inflates intention to mattering at all.
above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of god’s grace in its various forms.
if anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of god. if anyone serves, they should do so with the strength god provides, so that in all things god may be praised through jesus christ. to him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. amen.
1 peter 4.8-11 (ESV)