It never ceases to amaze me how light I feel after I put my head on straight again and drop at Jesus' feet.
I spent about 24 hours in a miserable puddle. I felt as if I was under water with a anchor tied to my ankle. One that was light enough for me to be get closer to the surface of the water when I really fought, but heavy enough to drown me when I didn't.
The devil was fighting for a victory, because he knows that I'm anointed. He knows that God has a mighty plan for my life which I intend to carryout.
The first step to getting me there, is to make God my everything. He must be my first love. That, y'all, is much easier said than done. There are many other things I'd rather put first in my life, but I know that if God is first, then everything else will begin to fall into place. I will prosper and flourish and make a difference.
And y'all, the same goes for you.
God wants to give you the best. I'm excited about that, because I know that even if it doesn't line up with my dream, it'll be so *so* much better. I trust that He won't let me down.