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The Giant Within

"The question which one asks oneself begins, at last, to illuminate the world, and become one's keys to the experience of others. One can only face in others what one can face in oneself. On this confrontation depends the measure of our wisdom and compassion."  James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name



A lot of people attached to me are struggling with some heavy burdens. Not only does it grieve my spirit; but oftentimes, I feel the weight of their pain resting on my shoulders.



Many times, I have walked through the same fog of darkness that holds them captives in the valleys.

Naturally, my flesh desires to "rescue," but I offer intercession instead. Impulsiveness has taught me to avoid offering myself as a living sacrifice.

My frustration with others reluctance to lean into God's power caused me to evaluate my spiritual journey more closely.

I had to get still with God on last night and ask him a difficult question.

I asked, "Why do we work so tirelessly to "slay" the visible demons? But we ignore the "invisible ones" that causes us to feel depressed, depleted, and defeated.

Revelation dropped, "We allow our insecurities to 'acknowledge and exalt' the enemy as the giant within, rather than rely on God's internal power as the giant that defeats."

When we entertain the shenanigans of the enemy, it keeps our feet stuck in muddy water. It keeps us chained to false imprisonment. It keeps us living beneath his best. It keep us from enjoying his abundance. It's time to shake the dust off.

Finish strong.                                          

Run, Girl, Run.

Evict the enemy taking up residency inside your camp.

The "only" giant that should occupy space in your heart is the undefeated, Most High, The Great, I Am.

We already got the keys to the kingdom! Use them.

Don't refuse to unlock your prison.
Don't sit chained to the fence when God has given you the authority to possess the land.

Myles Monroe said, "You were never created to be dominated."

Recite "it" till you don't have to rehearse it anymore.

 "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12 (KJV)






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