Slaying Dragons and other Little Things

Slaying Dragons and other Little Things - 1 Minute Devotion

Are you already up this morning? Are you singing with the birds or trying to grab on to your coffee mug handle with all your might? Are you chipper and chirping dawning tunes or trying to grasp the notion, “another hectic day”. Whatever your aura may be, start your day with God. Touch God’s spiritual cloak and feel your spirit arise. Your “mood ring” will then color with strength.

Arise, warriors! Arise, dragon slayers! Arise, task doers! Do you have big chores or teeny to-do’s? Conquer your day with a “knightly” mindset. Armor up, tack your horse, and ride into the day!

Men or the day’s obstacles...what can they do to you? Who or what can be against you, if God is for you? No one or nothing. God has given you the ability to slay dragons and other little things. He will protect your trail from the dragon’s fiery breath.

Who or what can come against us? God will equip you to push through daily forces. He will suit you with a “slay the day” sheath.

From fire-breathing monsters to little Leprechaun lists, nothing can get in the way of God’s destination for you.

Now go! you dragon slayers and task doers. Tackle your day knowing God is for you!

What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? - Romans 8-31

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