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Tired of Good?

I've been reading Galatians lately in my personal Bible study. I'm not to chapter 6 yet, but in my fidgety manner, I jumped ahead a little. Verses 7-9 jumped out at me.

Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. 8The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit will reap eternal life. 9Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:7-9

I like my job. I like the people I work with. However, it is not a Christian environment. It's not necessarily a hostile environment, but language and ideas and lifestyles that do not line up with God's Word abound. Some days when I "just don't get to" my Bible study I start to get a tolerant mindset towards these negative influences. I get tired of "good" and start to wonder just how bad this or that can be. Then I get this little prick and I remember that an avalanche can start with a tiny piece of ice.

I'm realizing how crucial it is to be in the Word constantly... especially when you are around things that can pull you towards "sowing to please the sinful nature" and "reaping destruction". Whether it be a negative attitude, abundant gossip, inappropriate language, or lifestyle choices, things can slowly rub off on you if you don't have your filter firmly intact. Don't grow weary of doing good- stay focused on God. Being a witness is great, but you need to make sure you have a support network around you so that you don't end up being the one that gets transformed!

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