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Demoted

On Friday morning, I fired myself from tending to other's responsibilities, inserting my help where my input was not welcomed, and inserting my presence were it had not been appreciated.

I refused to let others push me out the door, while I posted up in the hallway.

My availability, sacrifices, and offering came with an excessive price tag--my peace!

In my extended weekend of "downtime," I realized that I am indeed my grandmother's child. I am a creature of habit that plugs my schedule to fill the gaps, voids, and holes -just like she did. But how many know, that you can be "busy" without being "effective?"

 When God said, "Cast your net on the right side," I insisted on launching out on the left side. I had subconsciously become a habitual felon. My "people pleasing" addiction had resurfaced and caused me to spiral down the repetitive path of recidivism. I continued to "reoffend" God with my disobedience. I had unknowingly made secret idols out of one-sided biological relationships that kept igniting spiritual warfare in the intimate confines of my heart.

However, I refused to hang out in Egypt for another season. The smoke fumes was a clear indication that this was not my lane. It was not my fight! This was not my mission! I no longer belonged here.

I asked God to change my response, regardless of the superficial flesh attacks.
I asked God to detach my spirit from anything that arrested my obedience.
I asked God to heal the wounds of seeking external validation and awaken the warrior within.

I refuse to remain complacent in a battle field that annihilates my peace.
I refuse to saturate myself with gasoline, so that others can use me as mortal combat.
I refuse to lay down in a grave that others have dug.

So, this week, I'm boldly walking out of the chains of opinions,
out of the forest of guilt-laden darkness,
and into the freedom that God grants me.

You can either stay oppressed by the enemies' curses or either you can reap the blessings of the King.

Serve the enemy notice.
Evict the "peace thieves"
and demote the idol relationships accordingly.        




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