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DeFragment ME!!!

All I know about this function on my computer is that when I defragment-my computer works better!!!  Since I am so technologically astute apt, I think this means that everything in the computer is jumbled.  

Dictionary to the rescue.  Fragment suggest that breakage has happened.  The whole broken into parts.  An isolated and incomplete part of something.  Defragment according to the dictionary used another very cool word that I had to look up as well.  Concatenate.  To link things together in a chain or series.

In an age of self-actualization, of the human potential movement and dancing with the stars (or the energy of one) and so many seeking to become their own god with their own truth- we need some clean up!

I think we need a good dose of defragmenting that only Jesus- can work in our lives.  Alligning ourselves to the truth of God's Word.  Compressing that space between reality and deception that weakens and slows us down.  Eliminating the bugs that eat at the fabric of our humanity and of our souls.  

Delete my selfish and self absorbing tendencies, my complaining and grumbling thoughts and the discouragement that multiplies like mold.


God- Please defrag my mind and heart.  

"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.  See if there is any offensive way in me,and lead me in the way everlasting." Psalms 139  

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