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Reaching for Paradise


I’m so glad that we are focusing on eternal life this week at Grace Alone. Chances are I won’t get to meet Iris and all my blog sisters in this life, but oh, what a great bloggers meeting we will have in our heavenly home.

All week I’ve been hearing a repetitive theme and it shoots like an arrow right to my heart. “Give thanks for your enemies; adversity is the tool God uses to promote and bless you.”

First, I heard a speaker on Christian television that admonished us to come up a step higher thanking God for our enemies for it is our enemies, not our gifts that make us overcomers. He who has an ear, let him hear what the spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give to eat from the tree of life which is in the midst of the paradise of God. Rev. 2:7. Secondly, in her Total Transformation series, Joyce Meyer blows kisses to her enemies from the early days of her ministry. She says that their rejection of her made her who she is today, an overcomer. Lastly, the great maverick in history, Theodore Roosevelt, publicly stated that he would never have been president if it had not been for his experience in the Badlands of North Dakota.

Today I’m thanking God for my enemies and putting it in writing to hold myself accountable! That’s all I’ve got to say about it.

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  1. Great post! Loved the quote in the second paragraph. Speaks volumes! Happy Thankful Thursday to you.

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  2. Being thankful for your enemies...wow! That's a hard one!lol

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  3. What an amazing thought - what a tough one to live out! Thank you for the reminder and the great quote. Blessings.

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  4. Oh wow, you are amazing! I have to admit I've yet to be thankful for this one...I'll pray harder. Thank you for sharing this and it's a great reminder.

    Have a blessed weekend!

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