Hillbilly Verse of the Day 2 Peter 3:18!
Keep growin’ in grace an’ figurin’ more ’bout our Lord an’ Savior Jesus Christ, like a pup learnin’ new tricks. Tip yer hat—give Him all the glory now an’ forever. Amen.
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Keep growin’ in grace an’ figurin’ more ’bout our Lord an’ Savior Jesus Christ, like a pup learnin’ new tricks. Tip yer hat—give Him all the glory now an’ forever. Amen.
God’s right smack dab in your camp — a tough ol’ protector. He’ll save ya, whoop and holler with delight, plop down all comfy in his love, and sing himself silly over y’all.
Keep grinnin’ an’ whoopin’, y’all. Holler to the Big Man upstairs — don’t quit prayin’, not even fer a sec. Be thankin’ Him fer every dang thing, fer that’s Jesus’ wish fer ya.
Jailer says, “What do I gotta do t’be saved?” They answer, “Believe on Jesus — you an’ your kin.” They preached, he washed their hurts, baptized right then at night. He, his missus and youngsters whooped an’ hollered — reckon they’d all gone and believed in God.
Well now, who ya to judge them folks on what they chow down or drink up? Y’aint the boss of ’em, ’cause that feller’s got his own ways, and the Good Lord’s keepin’ an eye on ‘im. So, let ’em be, and mind yer own biscuit, ya hear? Ain’t nobody got time for that fussin’!
Alrighty, listen up y’all! Don’t be pointin’ fingers and fussin’ ‘bout what your neighbors do. Ain’t no use in pickin’ on folks for their choices ‘bout eatin’ or drinkin’. Let’s just all get along, mind our own biz, and keep it friendly-like. Life’s too short for fightin’ over dinner plates, ya hear?
Well, sakes alive! May the Good Lord fill yer hearts with all sorts of love for each other, kinda like a hog at a trough! And let that love overflow so much, folks start wonderin’ if y’all are makin’ moonshine, ’cause it’ll be as strong as Grandma’s secret recipe! Now that’s some serious lovin’, y’all!
Alright, y’all gather ’round! If ya meet a feller who ain’t got the same eatin’ habits as you, don’t go judgin’ him like he’s a chicken that won’t lay. Just let him be, ‘cause we all got our quirks. Keep it friendly, and maybe share a plate of fried goodies instead!
Hey y’all, come on over if yer worn out and tired of bustin’ yer hump. I’ll give ya a big ol’ break! Take my yoke—it’s way easier than it sounds. Learn from me, ’cause I’m as gentle as a sleepy hound. You’ll be feelin’ light as a feather, I promise!
Alright y’all, here’s the deal: When ya earn some dough, don’t be a tightwad! Toss a bit of it back to the Good Lord, like makin’ a good ol’ pot of gumbo. Show Him some love and gratitude, and watch Him bless ya right back. Ya ain’t gonna regret it, trust me, I reckon!
Well, shoot, y’all! Whether we’re kickin’ the bucket or just livin’ it up, we’s all belong to the Good Lord, y’know? Ain’t no way ‘round it! So if ya croak or ya keep on truckin’, long as you’re with Him, it don’t matter none! We’s all His, and that’s a fact, partner!
Well, let me tell ya, folks! Ain’t no point in givin’ if yer heart ain’t in it. Ol’ Paul says it’s better to toss a few coins with a grin than to hand over a fat stack grumbin’ like a mule. So, make sure yer chuckin’ out love, not grudges, when it’s time to share!