Jealousy

Hey Gals!
Sorry I didn't write last week! This week's topic is Jealousy. Ever been jealous of someone? Or someone's things? When ever you start getting jealous of something or someone, remember what you have.

"Let us not become conceited, or provoke one another, or be jealous of one another." Galatians 5:26
"A peaceful heart leads to a healthy body; jealousy is like cancer in the bones." Proverbs 14:30

See ya next week!

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