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I have been convicted yet again that it is not my job to change people.
That task belongs to the Holy Spirit. My part in the matter is simply to be the love of Jesus in their lives, speak truth humbly and fearlessly, and consistantly point them to the God that loves them far more than I ever can.
If someone does not change how I had hoped and prayed they would, that does not mean I have failed.
If I have been obediant in planting seed, then I have done my part.

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