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Tailor Made

I don’t like to make tough “life decisions,” while lying on my back starring at a bleak ceiling of indecision. 

I don’t like to be backed in a corner of chaos where limited choices force me into fight or flight action.

I don’t particularly like when the enemy fires shots at my safety nest and forces me into uncharted territory.

All of these things...just happened—at once. 

The springs collapsed and the bottom dropped out of my foundation, while I was napping. My rear end collided abruptly with an unfavorable “wake up” call.

It just got real. I unknowingly inherited a man made dysfunction.

My “proactive” attitude couldn’t withstand the wiles of the wilderness. The enemy was determined to sabotage my place of rest.

Typically,  my emotions navigate the storms when I find myself shipwrecked. 

Everything in me wanted to fall apart. My weary soul wanted to crawl in a defiled bed of desperation, draw the blinds and mentally check-out of the surrounding reality.

Every time, I attempted to react with the flesh, God closed my mouth and sealed my lips.

This “fight” was already fixed.

It didn’t require me to step out of character.
It didn’t require me to utilize my strength.
It didn’t require me to fold under pressure.

The only requirement—that I stand still and surrender (in obedience).

Once I stopped trying to gather my own resources and figure EVERYTHING out for EVERYONE, God bought my emotions under subjection. I took myself off of the cross and let God be the true savior.

He begin to truly reign...”tailor made” blessings fell from the sky. 

Rivers of untapped living water begin to freely flow. 

Restoration bloomed from the buds of His unmerited favor.

Recompense lifted the stones of lack.

You don’t have to “react” to the inevitable natural disasters.

You know the story of Matthew 8:23-27

The winds may blow.
The rivers may rage.
But God ALWAYS calms the storm.

Let your “resiliency” be a testament of God’s faithfulness.

#Double4YourTrouble





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