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Stop Quivering and Shaking and Living Under A Rock!!! Be Ballsy!!!!

If I just listen to the news this is what I am tempted to do.  A type of fatalism creeps in to my brain.  The sort of helplessness that is NOT from God.  As my wise husband puts it so sweetly-"We need to be more ballsy as believers."  Sick of whiny, hide behind the walls and wait for the end of the world wussy believers- in other words.   Poor me and what's the point type of living is not for those who proclaim that the Jesus is the Son of God, rose from the dead, and will come back again and kick Satan's Butt!  What was I thinking??????

If my feelings and actions are a sign of what I really believe then what do I really believe?  Do I believe God is in control or do I believe that I need a Tower of Babel?  Do I believe the truth that God has created us and absolutely knows what is going on?  Do I know without a shadow of a doubt that the God who is all powerful and all knowing-is also ALL- LOVING?  And by the way, "Who am I to question His motives?"

Is it the end of the world?  At least it is as we once knew it!  So what?  Let's stand on the hill-throw back our hair, grab our weapons and ride STRAIGHT in to the battle.  Let's yell at the top of our lungs, "BUT WE ARE NOT OF THOSE WHO SHRINK BACK AND ARE DESTROYED, BUT OF THOSE WHO BELIEVE AND ARE SAVED."

Let's work with intensity and focus like Nehemiah did with a weapon in one hand and a hammer in the other.  Let's seek God with everything we have; love our families with intensity and work with all of our passion!!!!!



He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

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