When Tomorrow Never Comes

So many times in life we wait for the perfect opportunity to live life to the fullest.

We hide behind excuses like...

when I lose these last 10 pounds,

when I get married,

when I finish my degree,

when I retire,

when the kids leave home,

when I hit the lottery

....but what happens if “tomorrow” never comes? What happens if you put your dreams and visions on hold for that “ideal moment” that never happens?

My point being-we aren’t promised tomorrow but we do have TODAY!

Your present circumstances are not by mistake. It may seem foolish to man but makes perfect sense to God. You are not at this very place because he forgot and left you. It’s a well orchestrated plan for you to see his glory and experience him on another level. You don’t need a man made rescue. Man’s best efforts will never “save” you. Make yourself fully available to God and watch him move mightily on your behalf. Position yourself to receive the best of the very best!

It’s time to move from the “waiting room” into the “delivery room!”

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