Seventy kings with their thumbs and big toes cut off used to crawl under my table, scavenging. Now God has done to me what I did to them.
knowing that our battle is not flesh and blood but spiritual, oh how you deal with our enemies, lord! how you deal with anyone and anything that goes against your way, any obstacle that tries to get between us and your plan for us! what sovereignty, lord, what power, and what assurance we have to keep trusting you and following you and loving and obeying you, and we can count on you to make us fruitful and relevant and excellent as we do our job, our vocation, whatever you have gifted, purposed and talented us with. thank you lord that we ate truly heaven-bound but earth-useful. thank you lord that we can love and give as you love and give to us. thank you lord that we can leave the victory to you and trust you as we move and have our being that you get us covered.
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