Fanned With A Fan

 Can the Ethiopian change the colour of his skin.... or the leopard his spots? Why are you, so desolate, in your endeavour to destroy, what you have not created? Were you there, when the breath of life was breathed into anyone's nostrils? Did God seek your counsel, to create His masterpieces? 

Men and women, in their pursuit to make a difference in the lives of others, are often stoned and discouraged, because of shooting arrows. Yet, they continue to arise and go forth, as the calling and gifting upon them, requires.

May you never be fanned with a fan, in the gates of the land, upon which you dwell. May you never languish, for the choices you make. May you be treated well, as the remnant, in the midst of affliction and evil.

Sometimes, your resting might be lonesome. But always, you are sheltered. Your pain, as not perpetual.  Or your wound incurable. If you take the precious from the vile, you will stand. You shall be a fenced, brasen


wall, against your enemies. 

May you be continuously, a firebrand, along every pathway. Favour and peace be your comfort. And know that you will be held accountable for your life's choices.

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