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How You Live

Even a child is known by his actions, by whether his conduct is pure and right.
Proverbs 20:11

I heard a quote once that went something like this: One hundred years from now it will not matter what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in, how much money I made or what my clothes looked like. But one hundred years from now the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.

So often we make our life about where we've been or where we are going, what we've obtained or hope to gain, but those things are not what make us who we are. Our lives are defined by the choices we make each day. If you make a habit of making good choices, you will reap the rewards. But if you make a habit of making bad choices, you will suffer the consequences.

Praise God that we don't have to live forever with the mistakes of our past. Our God is a God of forgiveness - casting our sins as far as the east is from the west. Our God is also a God of new beginnings. He says, "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." (Isaiah 43:19)

We can start right where we are becoming the person we want to be. Paul said in Philippians, "Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." When we join Paul in that race by forgetting our former way of life and by making our choices based on God's instruction book we will win the prize. In the process we will have also lived our life.

Jesus says in the book of John that He came so that we might have life and live it to its fullest! When we live a defeated life we are not pursuing the prize He has promised us, and we are living in vain to the power of the cross.

Proverbs says even a child is known by their actions. What about you? Are you proud to be known by the acts you are choosing? If not, start anew. Forget what is behind and press on towards the goal of the most high calling that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

One of the songs I would pick for my life soundtrack would be "How You Live" by Point of Grace. The lyrics are below.


Wake up to the sunlight with your windows open
Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
Wear your red dress use your good dishes
Make a big mess and make lots of wishes
Have what you want, but want what you have
And don't spend you life looking back

Turn up the music Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

So go to the ballgames and go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children
Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth cause you can't get away
Oh no
Just face it and you'll be ok

Turn up the music
Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

Where ever you are and wherever you've been
Now is a time to begin

So give to the needy and Pray for the grieving
Even when you don't think that you can
Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you
So think of your fellow man
And make peace with God and Make peace with yourself
Oh yeah Cause in the end there's nobody else

Turn up the music Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you LIVE

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