Are you Facing your Problem or is your Problem Competing next to you?

We all experience trials that whisk in front of us like a tumbleweed that trips our balanced feet.

Will we crush, burn, and smoke out the tumble weed or will we let it roll by our feet until we pass away?

God gives us the resources along the path to strengthen our enduring race.

Water - God hands us living waters to rejuvenate our scorched spirit. He refreshes our morbid minds with water that livens hope.

Shade - When we are being sunburnt by sadness, God shades us with cooling comfort. He provides a stump to sit upon and rest our heart and mind. Then, we can start running again, facing the tumbleweed in the road.

Food - While running, God is on the sidelines, handing out food to feed the spirit. Your spirit is fed with faith to crush out tumbleweeds in your path.

God spreads out dirt upon our paths to stabilize our run. He packs it down, strengthening our stride.

He gives you the resources to face problems, bash and burn them out.

So, are you relying on His assets to help you win or are you forever competing with your tumbleweed or trials?

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