Watch And Pray

 If you make a choice to follow the wrong crowd, know that your choices have consequences. You can so easily be influenced to do what is not right simply by surrounding yourself with people, whose deepest desire is to lead you on a path of destruction and death.

Many times you might hear of stories being told about someone who died as a result of being involved in a gang..... of a deep desire to fit in and be a part of a company whose sole purpose is to shoot, rob, kill, maim, steal or fight. 

There are always long term repercussions and consequences pertaining to the choices you make and the company you keep. Not because someone talks to you or laugh with you or befriend you, means that you are to be held in high esteem to that individual. Not everyone who surrounds you is a friend. There are so many wolves in sheep's clothing. 

In this day. In this hour. In this season, you need to open your eyes and see what is taking place around you. You need to educate yourself in the word of God, so that when the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will raise a standard in you. You will know who is for you and who is against you, by their fruits. 

Watch and pray. Be careful of where you allow your feet to take you. Keep your eyes open and be watchful of what is taking place. Maintain a relationship with the Lord so that in times of trouble you will be protected and preserved. Your hope for a better and brighter day is in the hands of the Lord and HIM alone. The enemy will destroy you if you are not careful. 


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