My Season

It's my season. It's my time for the favor of the Lord. I'm moving forward. Trying 
hard to live righteously and not letting any devil in hell get the best of me. 
Everything that the devil stole from me. God's going to give  it back pressed down 
shaken together and running over. God's strength in my weaknesses are stronger 
than Avogadro's number of boulders.


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January 4, 2011 at 6:48 PM
life is one battle after another, never getting easier. Your boldness and bravado and your sense of Godly value will carry you forward and win you will! thank you for sharing, chuck
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