In my (slow and light) reading, I ran across some verses in 1 Timothy about women doing something beautiful:
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I like that: "doing something beautiful and becoming beautiful doing it."
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Yesterday, the wonderful choir that I have the privilege to direct and rave about quite often, served up a scrumptious dinner at the local House of Compassion. One of the gals made 100 Italian meatballs! We added roasted potatoes, clean-out-the-refrigerator-green-beans and a plethora of jellos. We cut up some cake hanging out on the counter... A simple feast! A banquet!
And I looked at the hands... The hands of the lusty singers were all doing something beautiful.
The House of Compassion is not a place where people look in mirrors...
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No one primps there...
No one compares fashion notes...
The humility factor runs at a pretty high level...
And beauty reigns...
The singers were using their hands and hearts to do something beautiful for God and becoming beautiful doing it.
Father God, it's a new day. What beautiful thing can I do today?
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