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As I sit here typing there is a really cute old man watching me through his window across the street! Creepy? Nope, you get used to it! I am dining in tonight. I have my water boiling and my easy mac waiting to be made!
Jeremy and I made a visit to the Forbidden city the other day just the two of us. It was wonderful!Exploring this great big city hand in hand. I am so blessed to be with this man. He knows how to love on me and take care of me even in a city where my comforts are very different. Today we just sat on our beds talking, laughing, and thinking about the things we already missed. We also talked about the things were are observing.
As we walked into the gates of the forbidden city we couldn't help but be in amazement of the history and meaning of the sites. The huge red wooden doors and the guards watching just allowed us to feel the importance of where we were. The excitement of being at a place treasured. But to our surprise, when you got past the gates and into the court yard... commercialization,vendors, neon signs. This all took away from something that was so meaningful and sacred and has made it feel normal and approachable.Our excitement turned to sadness as we saw something of valued being used.
It got me thinking about the story of the Father's son and when he went to the temple and saw it being used as a market, not a scared place. People selling,big crowds, and not being used as what it should be.I can imagine his heart felt a little like ours. Do we do that in our lives? Do we take something that should be scared and used for honor and respect and make it into something it shouldn't?How about our bodies(the temple), the word, fellowship,or worship? I ask you to join me in looking at areas in our lives that we have been lost in the worlds ways or had a hard time keeping sacred and honoring to the father!

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