Filters


Today, I found myself standing in the isle at a very crowded member-only warehouse club staring at a package of water filters. The package boasted that it was a year’s supply for my refrigerator, and all I could think was that I wish it were just as easy to get a year’s supply of filters for my thoughts, my heart and my actions.
My first contact with the startling idea that everything that comes to me is “filtered through fingers of love” came from a Kay Arthur study I completed almost twenty years ago. Now, I try to view everything that way, but when I struggle to see painful things as being beneficial to me (at some distant point in the future…), I think what I really need is to check my filter. Is it clogged with the dirt and junk that the world throws at me each day? Is it the correct size for where I am in life? Is it the correct filter for the job at hand? I could go on, but I won’t. Just know that hours later, I’m still pondering filters, and thinking I will always need to keep a check on mine by holding it up to the light of God’s Word (Eph. 5:26).

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