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Walk With The Wise and Accountability


Happy New Year!!!  I wish each of you a grace and wisdom filled year!!!!  

As we jumped into 2012, I began teaching my youth about healthy relationships using Proverbs 13:20 "Walk with the wise and you will be wise but a companion of fools suffers harm." Mostly they hear about what not to do.  And...we all know how well that works!

  In an attempt to get them to dig below what is right in front of them...I delved into the "Walk" part and what that means.  Does it mean just surrounding ourselves with wise people?  Can I get wise sitting at the table and being near the wise folks in the coffee shop?  If I go to church or take another college class-will I be wise? 

Walk and Accountability go hand in hand which helps me understand why walking or putting myself into accountability or giving an account of myself will make me wise.  To give an account of myself to myself and God is difficult enough!  In order to grow and become wise we must walk with the wise in accountability.  

Interacting.  Talking.  Asking Questions.  Giving an answer for what we are thinking, doing and becoming.  I crave this.  I look for mentors and accountability partners in many areas of my life.  Professionally, personally, spiritually yearning for that feedback.  

And yet... I become so wrapped in the craziness of life that I get tripped up and immobilized.  If I don't intentionally set up interaction with my accountability/wise folks then I can't move forward.  

Walking.  Walking With The Wise.  Moving from here...to where I want to be. 

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