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In my head, I wrote a logical yet somewhat angry case for my position . I logically laid out my demands with just a whiff of sarcasm and a smidgen of condescension. I was ready to go into battle and fight for what I felt I needed; what felt I deserved.
Knowing your identity - who God says you are - is crucial if you are to be victorious in the kingdom of God. When you know your identity, the enemy can’t make you play defense when you are made to play offense. When you know who you are, the enemy can’t successfully get you to play the game his way - lie, steal, fear, take short cuts, covet, be anxious….
“Are you fighting from a place of victory or fear? Are you fighting for My glory or yours? Are you fighting for My outcome or what you want to see? My daughter, you can pray for the most holy, the most noble of things for the wrong reasons. That is why we get weary in the battle. My yolk is easy, babygirl.”
“Can my son have extra time on the test,” the parent inquired. Her son, a sophomore in AP Calculus, had a B. He had never had a B before. He was always the “smartest in the class.” She reasoned, surely the time restraints were preventing her child from achieving an A. As teachers, we receive similar requests often. ”Make life easier for my child.” Prevent my child (and me) from...
This bears repeating: Our enemy is not the Democrats nor is it the Republicans. Our enemy is not the liberal media nor the conservative media. Our enemy is not the police nor is it BLM. Our is enemy is not those who ascribe to socialism, Marxism, Communism, or any other ism. Our enemy is not Caucasian, Negro, Asian, or Middle Eastern. Our enemy is not Boomers, Millennials, or Gen X....
I’m in a battle this morning. It’s an epic battle. Who will win? My battle this morning is NOT against Satan; he is a defeated foe. My battle is not against another person. My battle is against me. My flesh vs. My Spirit. Today is the first official day of returning to school and my flesh is in an uproar. My flesh says, “Why can’t I just work from home?...
H “What are you believing God for,” my friend asked while we were vacationing. I didn’t have an answer. Not that I wasn’t praying. Since this pandemic hit, I’ve been praying like crazy… Praying for the pandemic to end. Praying for friends who are unemployed. Praying my students would do well despite the learning situation. Praying police brutality would end. Praying for the families who unjustly lost a life at...
Tears of joy. Tears of sadness. Tears of anger. Yesterday, my sweet students wrote me letters. They were filled with words of encouragement and gratitude. I often think because I teach calculus, my students would be successful no matter who their teacher was. But these letters reminded me the power of encouragement and how I set the tone in my class. The letters reminded me of my significance as their...
Scared. Hungry. Oppressed. Hiding while trying to thresh wheat with a winepress. What a sad and pitiful scene. In the natural, we see a cowardly man, trying to eke out an existence in a dire situation. Later we learn this man, Gideon, sees himself as insignificant. He thought of his clan as weak and himself as the least in his family. Not only did he have self-esteem issues, he doubted...
Who should be the first to go? They were going into battle to face giants, to face trained armies, to take a land that had been promised. They were about to go into a war that would change their lives forever. “Who should we send first,” they inquired of God. “Judah, for I have given them the victory.” This week, many of my friends have asked for prayers for some...