Myron Speaks

God Created You for Marvelous Purpose

  • Vigils Calling Us to Vigilance

    “O soul, are you weary and troubled?  No light in the darkness you see.  There’s light for a look at the Savior, And life more abundant and free. 

    Turn your eyes upon Jesus,

    Look full in His wonderful face,

    And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace.”

    I remember my mother telling about being pregnant with me and ironing clothes on that fateful day when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.  A seminal event.  

    I remember when I was on Spring Break in the Smoky Mountains of East TN with my friend and we heard that President Reagan had been shot.  A seminal event.

    I remember being in Cincinnati, Ohio for a trade show, when thousands of innocent lives were taken in those horrible hours of the morning of September 11, 2001.  A seminal event.

    I remember the news on September 10, 2025 that Charlie Kirk, founder of Turning Point USA was assassinated.  A seminal moment.

    As I see the vigils honoring Charlie Kirk’s life, I wonder what he would say?  Having watched my fair share of his videos these past few days and then watching with awe as his wife paid tribute to him, giving glory and honor to God and showed a steely resolve to continue to work of Turning Point USA, I wondered how would Charlie respond?

    I believe he would say “Heaven is more marvelous than I could have ever imagined.”

    I believe he would say “the sacrifice was worth it.” 

    I believe he would say “stay the course.”  “But I will continue doing what I have always done. This will undercut those who are looking for an opportunity to boast that their work is just like ours.”  2 Corinthians 11:12 (NLT)

    I believe he would say “fight with love, with hope, with commitment, with a fire that cannot be extinguished for the very souls of our children and our Country.”

    I believe he would say “the Enemy (Satan) is a very patient foe, whose evil can never be properly defined.”  “But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no wonder that his servants also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. In the end they will get the punishment their wicked deeds deserve.”  2 Corinthians 11:13-14 (NLT)

    I believe he would say that “we forget too soon and fall back into the apathy of quiet contentment while the Enemy continues to seek, kill and destroy (John 10:10) in our homes, our schools, our sports and yes, our churches.”

    I believe he would say “you’re looking in the wrong direction.  Look up with expectant eyes and arms raised in holy indignation with hands open to help, hold and lead those to our left and to our right.”  “fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”  Hebrews 12:2 (NIV

    I believe he would accept his death as a seminal moment, worth the cost if one more person comes to know Jesus and live with him eternally in Heaven.  “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”  John 15:13 (KJV)

    I believe he would have immeasurable joy knowing that his death caused people to return to churches and to seeking a deep, lasting, sold out relationship with Jesus Christ.  “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”  Hebrews 12:1 (NIV)

    I believe he would say:  “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.But the greatest of these is love.”  John 13:13 (NIV)

    I believe we are in a time that requires laser focus.  

    I believe it is time to accept the calling of our lives, which is to spread the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  

    I believe this seminal moment in history must not be wasted.  

    I believe our kids and those who disagreed with Charlie Kirk’s message to the point of death and celebration of death, are scared and are watching.

    I believe hope trumps despair.

    I believe love extinguishes fear.

    I believe time provides hope.

    I believe busyness and wordly success dilutes genuineness.

    I believe investment in another human being is the greatest achievement of our lives.

    I believe Charlie would say, “enough candles.  Go be the light in someone’s darkness.”

    I believe that eternal life and love await all of those who call upon the name of Jesus.  Even Charlie Kirk’s assassin.

    “For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”” Romans 10:13 (ESV

    I believe!

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  • What if You Choose to Live a Regret-Free Life?

    My first book officially releases today and is available online wherever books are sold. I would be honored and grateful if you would consider buying a copy. The response has been truly humbling from those who have received advanced copies.

    “Rejecting regret by accepting who God says that you are is a key step in a life of impact and purpose that God has designed each of us to live. 

    Regret sidelines too many good people by entrapping them in the guilt and shame of their past. While not a sin, regret is a derivative of sin that may be the off-ramp of a life designed for purpose and impact. Will you consider joining me as I share personal, life-defining experiences that have led to a life of joy and purpose that my Father in heaven continues to expand every day? There is no there, only here and now and next. You are made for more.”

    Available almost everywhere. Download at Apple Books or buys at these and other locations.

    Thank you in advance for your support. You are made to make a difference.

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  • You Don’t Have to Fight Every Battle

    Borrowed: THE ONLY BIRD THAT DARES TO ATTACK AN EAGLE IS A CROW, BUT THE EAGLE NEVER FIGHTS BACK. HERE IS WHY:

    1. The crow is the only bird bold enough to sit on the eagle’s back and peck at its neck.
      Relentless. Annoying.
      But the eagle… stays calm.
    2. The eagle doesn’t flap. Doesn’t fight. Doesn’t waste energy. It does one thing: It rises.
    3. The higher the eagle soars. The thinner the air becomes. The crow? It can’t handle the altitude.
    4. Eventually, the crow gasps. Loses strength…And falls off. Not because the eagle attacked. But because the eagle ascended.
    5. Let the crows talk. Let them peck. You don’t have to respond. Just keep going higher.
    6. They can’t follow you forever. Your growth will suffocate their noise. So don’t engage. Elevate.

    “But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.” Isiah 40:31 (NLT)

  • Cornbread, Cast Iron & Milk

    Did you ever watch that cornmeal and buttermilk get mixed together while the 10” to 12” cast iron skillet was heating up ahead of the combining those ingredients into the marvelous and God-delivered concoction called cornbread?

    Man as a little boy I remember hearing my mother retrieving her very seasoned 10” cast iron skillet from below the stove top, knowing what that sound meant.  I would often watch as she carefully mixed that white cornmeal with buttermilk (always buttermilk!) into a fine and easily pourable batter ready for baking.  She would pull that pre-heated and piping hot cast iron skillet out of the oven and pour the batter into the waiting oil covered skillet.  I distinctly remember the batter sizzling as it hit the skillet, confirming it was hot enough and that the crust would be crisp on the bottom and the sides.

    Did your mom or grandma turn the skillet over when the cornbread was done in order to get it out?  And then cut it upside down to take advantage of the crust to provide easier cutting?  Well if she didn’t, I may need to question if she was a Southern and in my case, a lady with Appalachian roots.  This was a critical part of the process and when we hit this point, I knew what was coming.

    That warm cornbread was broken up by hand into little pieces and placed in a glass.  Now the drinking glass needs to be tall enough to hold a sufficient amount of cornbread, but not so large as to make retrieval with a spoon too difficult.  Stay with me here.  Then, when that glass was sufficiently full of that broken up cornbread, that cool milk was poured over the contents and the resulting joy and sensory taste and smells, well they’re just too marvelous to adequately describe.

    How I love remembering my beautiful, black haired mother with those hands so chubby that her knuckles could not be seen, creating joy through the event and in the result.  The cornbread and milk was the result of a process born out of love and joy.  Oftentimes she would be singing and I would join in with her.  Many times, our effort for two-part harmony failing miserably and cascading into uncontrollable laughter.  My mother’s brown eyes would reveal the crows feet that a lifetime of smiling, caring, encouraging, loving had awarded.  She was beautiful and she was authentic.  

    I may have to grab Megan and head to Cracker Barrel for some cornbread today.  It will be good, but it isn’t ’mom good.’

    “Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.”  Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NLT)

    Be blessed in every small thing today.

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  • Tomorrow on earth is not guaranteed. Eternity is!

    “Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.”  James 4:13-14 (NLT)

    I recently attended the funeral of my last aunt, who lived three weeks shy of her 101st birthday.  It was so wonderful to celebrate her amazing life and more importantly, her life eternal.  She was a Believer in Jesus.  She knew eternity awaited.  She knew her rewards were stored up for her in Heaven.  She knew the words, “well done thou good and faithful servant” would be proclaimed during the incredible homecoming celebration that greeted her.  

    I learned that her secret to a long life was a Mt. Dew each morning.  Hmm, I may need to back off on my comments about this caffeine laced drink to our kids.

    As I sat in a room full of people coming to honor this amazing lady’s life, the scriptures that say tomorrow is not guaranteed and eternal life awaits resonated in my head.  I considered that my aunt had lived a century, slightly less that 5% of the time that has passed since Jesus died and rose again.  She had lived 1% of 10,000 years.  She was known to God before time began.  She entered into eternity where every trial, trouble, difficulty and sadness in her life on earth were immediately made clear in their purpose and most importantly, in their insignificance compared to the eternal life she arrived into as she shed that worn out body and broken world where she had shepherded so well.

    I have recently read about people dying who lived lives on earth that seemed to be contrary to a life surrendered and committed to Jesus.  I read statements like “RIP” and “see you on the other side.”  I then cannot help but know that eternity does await each of us.  Either an eternity in the presence of the Creator of all joy, love, promise, peace given to those of us who choose God because of his Son’s death and resurrection.  Or, an eternity separated from God, from joy, from love, from promise, from peace.  An eternity in Hell is described as eternal darkness, weeping and gnashing of teeth, fire and brimstone, where the worm does not die and the fire not quenched.  The best description of Hell that I have recently heard is ‘the eternal separation from God and all hope.’  There is no RIP in Hell!  

    Eternity is guaranteed and the choice is ours.  God has provided a pathway to eternity with him through salvation.  Those who have died apart from God are not resting in peace.  My prayer is that you do not see them on the other side.  My hope is that you have hope assured through a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.  This relationship is the only path to life eternal.

    So, I take comfort and joy knowing that my last earthly living aunt now lives for eternity in the inconceivable beauty and joy that is Heaven.  I know that one day many in her family will join her, as will my family.  Heaven or Hell awaits.  Please choose wisely.

    “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”  2 Corinthians 4:18 (NIV)

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  • You Are Beautiful

    “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)

    I don’t have the picture of the caterpillar that became this butterfly but can tell you it was ugly and looked like a cartoon character. What I will tell you is that in a world that often makes us feel small and ugly, God sees his masterpiece that he created before time existed.

    You are beautiful to the Creator of beauty. You matter to the One who invented matter. You have purpose to the Father who sacrificed his Son so your purpose can be fulfilled. You are loved by the God of Agape love…too deep, wide and lasting to understand.

    You are beautiful and your beauty shines to those around you. Walk boldly my sister or brother in Christ in the knowledge that you are the daughter or son of the King of all Kings.

    You matter.

  • He sat in the truck!

    Hunting in Appalachian Kentucky was a survival event in those early decades, through the Great Depression and beyond.  I have heard tales of hunger causing my family to kill and eat just about any animal.  My white grandpa (my dad’s father, who lived in the white house), would eat just about anything.  If I killed a groundhog, he would want to eat it.  No longer because he was starving but because of the sweet memories that tough times can deliver if we allow it.

    “Wisdom is with the aged, and understanding in length of days.”  Job 12:12 (ESV

    By the time I came along, hunting was a social event that I loved to be a part of.  Primarily because of the camaraderie, the stories and the non-stop laughter.

    During one particular trip to visit my grandparents, my green grandpa was going rabbit hunting with two of his brothers.  My dad and I were invited to join and you did not have to ask us twice.  This hunt was memorable for me because I was allowed to carry a shotgun for the first time.  An old, wire-barrel 16 gauge sing-shot, shotgun.  This was a major step into manhood for a city kid from Ohio.  I still could not have a shell (bullet) in the chamber!  Oh well, a kid can dream.

    My grandpa’s oldest brother, Nathan, was hunting with us and while I don’t know how old he was at the time, he was old.  How awesome that he was still hunting and still contributing mightily to the stories and laughter that were making up the substance of the hunt.  You see, what’s misunderstood by too many people is that hunting is not really about killing, but about socialization, relaxation and appreciation for the outdoors.  It’s called ‘hunting’ and not ‘killing’ for a reason.  I digress.

    As we prepared to head into the fields, following those amazing beagles as they chased the prey of the day, rabbits, I noticed that my Uncle Nathan was still in the pickup truck, with both driver and passenger doors open.  When I questioned why, I learned that he could no longer handle the rigors of walking through those briar-filled fields.  With great amazement I learned that his brothers loved to hunt with him, so they would bring him and set him up to shoot at any rabbit that the dogs might run by the truck.  And the dogs had been trained to run the rabbits by the truck!  Awesome!

    So, with great amazement I realized that we were there to make an old man’s day by being the drivers of prey to allow him to continue the joy of a lifetime.  Hunting rabbits.  And as we walked through that field, listening to the baying of those beagle hounds, we heard two shots.  As we returned to the truck, there on either side of the truck lay two rabbits who would gift that old man with a 5-star meal that evening.  

    Maybe the best hunt that I ever participated in.  Then and now.  I marvel at the honor and respect that this oldest brother was afforded by his brothers.  I love that the older generations of my family understood that I needed to experience this.  I always remember my dad being with me as a boy hunting and I miss him the most when I am walking to a deer stand today.  I did not know my Great Uncle Nathan very well, but I knew he was a respected patriarch of my larger family.

    Boy was I blessed to have been born into that family that had nothing.  I learned everything from them.

    “You shall stand up before the gray head and honor the face of an old man, and you shall fear your God: I am the Lord.”  Leviticus 19:32 (ESV)

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  • Uncle Benton’s Sansabelt Slacks

    Wikipedia defines Sansabelt as, “Sansabelt is a brand of men’s trousers. The trousers have a wide webbed elastic band sewn into the waist, which is intended to make a belt or suspenders unnecessary, hence the name sans a belt.“. My Uncle Benton would have chosen a little different descriptive in his definition.

    My Aunt Trilma, Uncle Benton’s wife, had decided he needed some new dress pants.  A decision that I’m not sure he agreed with but that he went along with to keep the peace.  At least for a little while.  This would have been in the 1970’s and Sansabelt slacks were a major innovation in pants.  They did not require a belt or suspenders and well, quite frankly, looked a little naked without one of the aforementioned.

    So Aunt Trilma convinced my Uncle Benton that these were stylish, easy to wear and that “he needed to get his wardrobe up to date.”  Words that my wife utters to me with great frequency these days.  As Megan and I looked for a new couch the other day she said, “Myron, what happened to you?  You used to have such great style.”  “Hmm,” I muttered, “I have three style killing dependents who wear my style budget every day.”  And I would not have it any other way.  Too blessed to adequately describe.  I digress!  Back to the Sansabelt slacks.

    So true to Uncle Benton’s form, he found absolute hilarity in the experience of wearing those pants.  Once!  He began describing his wearing those pants to church as their maiden trip.  Uncle Benton was thin as a rail and he described not being able to get them cinched tight enough.  So, there he was, walking into and around the church, both hands in his pockets, holding those Sansabelt pants up.  He described that ‘he had put his hands in his pockets, made fists with his hands and lifted the pants up so they would not fall down around his ankles.’  He further described when he would go to shake someone’s hand, he would quick as he could stick his hand out, shake and return to the balled up fist inside his pant pocket holding his pants in place.  I am laughing as I write this without adequate, hysterical description and can see his face with that wry grin while my Aunt Trilma is in the background belly laughing at the whole event and description.

    I guess I have never known a better storyteller than Uncle Benton.  And I have known some great ones.  He could take the most mundane of events and turn them into stories remembered for a lifetime.  I only knew him until I was a teenager because he was called to Heaven early due to that terrible brain tumor that robbed us of him.  Heaven definitely gained when he joined the chorus.

    So, as best I remember, the Sansabelt slacks were a one and done.  Aunt Trilma told through tears of laughter, of Uncle Benton coming home and rounding up every pair of those stylish slacks and depositing them in the trash can with a “haa!  Begone you deliverers of misery.”  I tell you, he made everything that this young boy remembers fun and or funny.

    “Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”  Nehemiah 8:10 (NIV)

    I often wondered why they simply did not return those Sansabelt slacks to the store.  I guess that would have robbed some of the fun from this funny, and true, story.

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  • The Bus Driver

    My mother was a bus driver for 23 years before she left us for Heaven.  She loved being a bus driver because she loved children.  To parent’s of kindergarteners she was known as the ‘singing bus driver.’  She had this title because she would sing with the kindergartens as she drove them to and from school, making them more calm and to feel more safe.

    My dad would tell the story of growing up around Mullins Station (KY) and taking the bus to school as he entered upper grades.  This was after he had walked up hills for six miles each way to school as a youngster.  I don’t know exactly what year he was in school when this occurred.  He said that he rarely remembered making it to school clean in Winter and Spring.  

    “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”  Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV)

    Dad would tell of the kids on the bus getting out and pushing the bus to help it get up those muddy hills and out of ditches when it got stuck.  Can you imagine?  Can you imagine kids coming home today and telling their parent, “I am dirty today because we had to push the bus to get it unstuck again?”  My dad painted a picture of primarily boys finding rocks and logs to place under the wheels to give the bus’s tires some traction and then the boys collectively pushing, mud being thrown everywhere and all over them as those tires desperately spun, trying to free themselves from those Appalachian ruts and hills not made for modern transportation.  Chivalry was in full force as the boys tried to take care of the issue so the girls were not dirty all day, but some days the situation called for all hands on deck.

    Ready for this?  The Bus Driver was one of the kids classmates!  Typically a senior, or upper grade student.  Like much of what I have marveled at and marvel about those KY hollers was they made do with what they had.  Funds were tight.  People available to drive the buses scarce.  An overriding understanding that the road to overcoming the poverty and situation that kids were growing up in lay in those schools and whatever the requirement, those kids were going to make it to school.  Amazing!

    “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”  Philippians 6:8 (NIV)

    As my dad would tell of the classmate driving the bus, my mother would shudder with anxiety and amazement.  She apparently grew up in the ritzier section of Appalachia called Crooked Creek, where an adult actually drove the bus.  There is  always someone worse off than you and you are always worse off than someone else.  “Worse off” being defined by a World who values differently than Heaven does.  The great equalizer is God’s amazing love and unlimited value that he equally places on each of us.

    I have read comparisons of buying a car in the 1950’s and the instruction manual would tell the buyer how to rebuild a carburetor and now the manual tells us not to drink the coolant that goes into the radiator.  I’ve never verified if that is true, but makes sense.  I believe the comparison is made to suggest that we are dumber than we used to be.  We’re not, but our focus and learning has moved by the ever changing World we live in.  My mother has been gone to Heaven for 25 years and I often think of how things have changed since her passing.  She would not know or understand how to order something online and we would have to explain what ‘online’ meant.  She would marvel that she could talk with her grandkids and great grandkids while seeing them live on a screen that could be held in her hand.  Not dumber, just different times.

    So, in those mid and late 1940’s and early 1950’s, America’s kids had saved the World.  With this backdrop, asking a “kid” to drive other kids to school just doesn’t seem all that far fetched.  Those Appalachian kids became ministers, doctors, teachers, electricians, bus drivers, tobacco farmers, coal miners, moms, dads, beacons of example, hope and a tenacity only found in those hills where poverty existed and promise reigned.

    “Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”  Philippians 6:9 (NIV)

    You just can’t make this stuff up.

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  • About the Bullying

    ‘Son?  Yes Dad.  You’re getting it wrong.’  Powerful words said to me in that BlackBerry patch last week.

    “If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first.  The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you.”  John 15:18-19. (NLT)

    As I have so often written, I love how God has chosen to speak most loudly to me during those moments while picking blackberries.  I don’t know why and I no longer ask.  I excitedly anticipate and accept the process involved that positions me to best hear his voice.

    This particular morning was a balmy 180 degrees (well maybe slightly cooler) and sweat prevailed.  This was a morning that I decided to not put my ear buds in and just listened to the birds singing and all of the beautiful sounds around me.  I was thinking how I can’t believe we’re a month away from school starting in East TN again.  Our son starting his senior year and daughters 11th and 8th grade.  An incredibly wonderful time in our family.  Each season with our kids has been amazing.

    As I picked and thought of these things, God said “why are you not preparing your kids for a World against them?  Why are you focused on preventing what the enemy intends?”  Like most parents, our kids have experienced some type of bullying.  Like all parents who love their children, our response has been to protect, address and express our indignation at what our kids have experienced.  

    Why are we surprised that this is occurring?  Jesus clearly told his followers (us) that this will happen.  This question led me to ask ‘are we preparing our kids to live in the knowledge, security and truth that is Jesus and God’s Word, or are we instilling in them a ‘victim mentality’ that is counter to everything Jesus teaches us?’  You see, there are no victims where victors roam.  And anyone who has been claimed by the Savior, can no longer be a victim.  They are the child of the Omnipotent King of all things and this broken World should have no hold on them.  Period!

    “Do you remember what I told you? ‘A slave is not greater than the master.’ Since they persecuted me, naturally they will persecute you. And if they had listened to me, they would listen to you. They will do all this to you because of me, for they have rejected the one who sent me.”  John 15:20-21 (NLT)

    So, are we preparing our kids or are we creating an environment of prevention that is sure to limit.  David did not listen to Goliath’s insults against God’s army and reason, “I wonder how I can befriend him and get to the core issues of his life?”  He pick up a stone and slayed the giant because he was prepared.  He knew what he was capable of doing because of those lonely years sitting on a hillside tending those very stupid sheep.  The giant before him was nothing more than an ignorant vessel doing his best to limit those ordained by God.

    “They would not be guilty if I had not come and spoken to them. But now they have no excuse for their sin.  Anyone who hates me also hates my Father.”  John 15:22-23 (NLT)

    I am changing my discussions with our kids from prevention to love and preparedness.  I want, pray and expect our kids to be kind and loving to everyone they meet.  I also want them to be prepared in the knowledge that not everyone they meet will treat them as they are expected to treat others.  I intend to remind them that Jesus said about forgiveness, “No, not seven times,” Jesus replied, “but seventy times seven!”  Matthew 18:22 (NLT)

    “If I hadn’t done such miraculous signs among them that no one else could do, they would not be guilty. But as it is, they have seen everything I did, yet they still hate me and my Father.  This fulfills what is written in their Scriptures: ‘They hated me without cause.’  John 15:24-25 (NLT)

    My prayer for our kids and for Megan and I is that we don’t fit in, we stand up and out.  I pray that as His children, we stand up in the face of the worldly mob and boldly proclaim the name above all names.  That we live and introduce the hope and promise that is Jesus.  I pray that we reject ALL that the World says is important and reflect the love and joy that only comes from a personal, sold-out, 100% surrendered life to Jesus Christ.

    “No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead,”. Philippians 4:13 (NLT)

    There’s much work to be done.  Time is short.  The armor of God is waiting to be filled by his kids.  Let’s unleash the love that lives within each of us.

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