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Your Not the Boss of Me!!

I am sure that I said those words as I was born into this world because I have been so good at saying them every since.  When they told me not to go out in the cows or you won't get far when I ran away from home (at 4) I can just imagine those words coming out of my mouth.  

When I was told that girls don't play football in grade school or that girls wouldn't drive over thrill hill.  It also came out when our Pastor (who I loved dearly) told me what the Bible said about drinking, sex and submitting to authority.  Or when my Mother kept telling me that she was praying for me.   

I understood my horse who wanted to fight the bit, take it, and rid himself of his rider. I wanted to be free.

If only I knew then what I know now or at least what I am learning...  True freedom is found within submission to the true authorities in my life.  Not the "fine-I'll do it" submission but my honest willingness to put myself in a position of submission.  

It's not giving in or giving up but rather a giving over.  Not beaten down or up or pressured or belittled.  The complete giving over my will.  Submitting my will, passion and thinking to the designer of my life and my future.  True freedom is found in those boundaries placed around me for my protection and provision. Trusting enough to put my entire life in God's hands.

Thank God-He's the Boss of Me!!!!

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