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Heart's Cry 30 Day Basics (The Milk Stool)



I have an accountability group which hasn't been very accountable lately, and it shows in my life. 

Revisiting our push goals or our touch points or our stabilizers or back to basics is a must! 

 Whatever IT is called, it has to be about focusing on first things first. 

 In four months, 2014 will close.  What is done today, tomorrow and for the next 30, 60, 90 and 120 days matters.  It matters in my life and in the lives of those I'm called to serve.

What is most important in our lives?  In my life?  In your life?  Taking time to revisit those dreams, God conceived desires and the hope we have.  To re-focus. 


My mind goes back to the milking stool in our red barn when I grew up.  I am looking for a replica or begging someone to make it for me.  It looked kind of like this.


 It had to be flexible.  "Dark" was known to kick and the stool had to be able to be picked up in a moment in order to move our heads from kicking range. (Or used as a reminder to her not to kick.) 

It was moveable.  If she was on one side or the other in the stantion, I could pick it up and take it along.  I could tuck it under my arm and take it to another cow to milk.

I could use it to hold a calf up to its mom to get it used to drinking milk on its own and to pair up.

If I stop long enough, I can feel the warmth of a cow's flank as I leaned my head in and milked.  A great feeling of security and accomplishment. 

And...I used the stool to sit on, hide and think.  

The main thing in my life has to be my Spiritual Life.  

From this one thing, everything else relies on.


Reading His Word.  Meditating on His Word.  Praying. Praising.  Studying.  

Connecting with Him who Is Hope and who Is my Strength.  


DAY ONE.

Focus on the One Thing!
 




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