Proverbs 3:1-12 (what God said to me)

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My son, builder of a family, don't be oblivious to my law. Your heart must actively guard my commands. By doing this, you will add peace to your days and length to your life.  

Do whatever it takes to keep kindness and faithfulness from leaving you; tie them around your neck, and even engrave them on the permanent record in your heart.

If you do this, both the human and supernatural will see intelligence and success appear and graciously bend to meet you.

Put your confidence in the self-existent One.
Don't try to support yourself on your knowledge and the meaning you've made from it.
In the mental roads you travel, seek to know God, and He will straighten out your crooked and well-traveled neural pathways.

In your eyes you are so very intelligent, but you must forget that and bow in reverence to God. His instruction is that you turn away from the evil in your life. Doing this will cure your health and make you stronger.

Heap up your riches on God. Show Him your honor by giving Him the first and best of everything you gain, whether material or immaterial. Then your storehouses will be His storehouses and you'll see the abundance explode out like when you squeeze a juicy grape.

My son, builder of a family, when the Eternal One checks you, don't run away and disappear. Don't let anxiety sever you from Him when He rebukes you. He is actually pleased with you, and his corrections come from a place of deep affection, like a father's towards his son.

Proverbs 3:1-12
(my translation based on the Hebrew root words)

May the Spirit who inspired the original author speak the truth to your soul in thoughts that you can understand. 


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