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Various Authors 9:01 a.m., Feb. 26
The die has been cast. The mold has been set. I am unafraid to claim that I am a Disciple of Christ on this day and forevermore, in a world without end. Amen.
I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His and I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure.
I'm done and finished with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, or first, or tops, or recognized, or praised, or rewarded. I live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by the Holy Spirit.
My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is heaven. My road may be narrow, my way rough, my companions few, but my guide is reliable and my mission is clear.
I will not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice or hesitate in the presence of the adversary. I will not negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up and prayed up for the cause of Christ. I will give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He does come for His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me. My colors will be clear!
God breathed out. Man breathed in and life began. Denser outside air actually insures our breath. Once we fully exhale, air begins pushing to get back in to fill our lungs with we what we recognize as the breath of life. It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that.
We don't all share a mind nor can we follow thought processes in the same fashion but we do make up a universal consciousness that is unmistakeable.
The fifth letter of a very old alphabet has the symbol of a window or portal. It is pronounced as if you are exhaling hard enough to blow out a candle but opening with an H sound. Haaa might be the way it looks sounded out. Find your voice now and say Hallelujah.
I am ready, SherryD