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Get your gloves on!

I think it's safe to say. . .
I've. Been. In. A. Funk.
Dragging, Knocked down - but not out, Been whooped, Beat up, Kicked around, Wallowing, Not in a good mood.
Surprised?
I know, I'm supposed to be the nice one - always smiling and sunshiney. Keeping things running smoothly.  Ever the peacemaker. But I'm not feeling it.  At least not lately.

So, what am I going to do about it? Well, for starters, I'm not going to listen to the lies anymore.  You know the ones.  The ones that come through your mind when things aren't the way you think they should be. The ones that make you question things like your job, your ministry, your spouse, your family, your world. . .
I'm going to kick back.  I'm going to walk/run/push until I can feel/see/taste/smell a change - especially in my attitude.  I'm going to pray harder than ever.  I'm going to speak the truth - quote the Word. Do everything to stand and stand firm! I'm going to take time for myself.  I'm going to say 'no' more. And I'm going to come out stronger in the end. 

It won't be pretty - I know.  A fight never is.  But I (we) do have a promise of "overwhelming victory" in Romans 8:37.  It's a call to action - and I better get my gloves on! What about you?

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