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lf He Brought You To It..He'll Bring You Through It


But will I really be able to live up to your expectation God? The answer...Yes!   how is that possible God?  You are my mirror as I am yours...Completely made in my image.  You have always been destined to greatness, you just haven't realized it yet.

So now here you are looking down the barrel of your dream that you've deferred so many times.  Pushed it away because of fear of it blowing up in your face.  Feeling like God made a mistake in assigning you this particular dream.  To big and too lofty and too unattainable and i'm so not worthy.  Guess what?  This is YOUR dream!  This is YOUR assignment!  This is YOUR journey!  This is YOUR time!

I can tell you when I get stuck or afraid is usually when I am about to cross over the goal line.  I've gone through my check list and all systems go, then all of a sudden the doubt kicks in and then the self sabotage goes into full effect.  Sometimes just as a distraction someone in my life has some type of disaster.  I've done this enough over the years that I recognize the signs when they show up.  I stop what i'm doing...shut down for a bit...get really sad...hit my lowest point...then realize that I have moved so far beyond my center and have not meditated, prayed, taken care of myself in months.  A crazy yet common spiral that so many people I know experience because they are doing everything to avoid their greatness.    I recognize it and stop and pray.  Doing my best to not run and hide.  Doing my best to stand in my best light.


“Because God is with you all the time, no place is any closer to God than the place where you are right now.” 
 Rick Warren 


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