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Let Go & Let God

She was pushed out of the womb predestined for the fight ahead. A natural born social advocate for justice. An unknown, little warrior that spoke against hate, inequality & injustices everywhere. An ill-equipped drafted solider that accepted the "call" from home. A fighter in her own right- without basic training, equipped for battle without an army, no allies! She was just a ordinary civilian, yet already on the winning team. It wasn't that long before she soon realized that this "battle" had already been won over 4,000 years ago. (You already know the story of redemption--why the blood was shed.)

Her words could cut deep like a massive double-edge sword. She was a voice for the mute, a witness for the unbeliever & a walking testimony for the broken & disabled. The helpless & weak that didn't stand a real chance in this cold, cruel world. The ones society deemed "incompetent or inadequate" as charged. The rejects, the misfits, the socially challenged, the awkward & the abandoned. That's where she took residence, amongst her true tribe. They "needed" her & she " needed" them in return. It was an unspoken, mutual contractually agreement of "reciprocity at its best!"

However, once she tapped into her supernatural, God-given power. The world expanded & her soul opened up. She no longer felt the weight of the world bogging her down. She soon discovered that God did hear her poor heart's cry. She prayed & travailed with great intercession. God was indeed the only way! The great I am, the supreme being, healer, redeemer & deliverer.

 She released all the guilt, hurt & shame. She carried the world's pain for way too long. It was her innate responsibility & civic duty "to protect" but how soon did she forgot? That God is sovereign, ALWAYS in complete control & He never makes mistakes. Grief & sorrow is inevitable & people will be called "home."

You can't "save" anyone! Why would you even try? His shoes are too big to fill, just walk gracefully in your own. God will only give you what your two hands can hold.

-Don't worry bout the things you can't change. 
-Don't wonder aimlessly outside of your jurisdiction.
-Don't hold your thoughts captive by unrealistic expectations.

You didn't create the world, so you don't posses the power to change it. God charges us to be the "change" that we so desperately seek. He says it best in 2 Chronicles 7:14.....If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

LET GO & LET GOD!!!!!!!!!
THEN WATCH & SEE......


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