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We almost had a chance to see & experience our 1st Madam President. Yesterday, seeing the women in their nicely tailored pantsuits did something to me... I thought, why would any young girl aspire to be a "bad bitch" having their possessions the only thing to show vs. having nice things, being educated and making a difference. Now Hillary Clinton was that bad B...
Yet, the results are in.. I don’t know about you, but this morning I woke up with so many emotions. I literally held my tears as my daughter and I dressed for the day. I didn’t realize I was holding tears until driving off from her school, making my way to work and the tears began to flow. Trying to stop them, they wouldn’t. I continued to hear train my hands to war. Stir up the gifts within me. Create in me a clean heart. For such a time as this.

Seeing a woman having the possibility of becoming President of the United States speaks volumes. I remember watching Birth of a Nation a few weeks ago and the ending stumped me. Nat Turner did all of this. Didn’t he know that he would get caught? Didn’t he know that his efforts were only going to go so far? Then he was captured (not in the movie) hung and dismembered. It wasn’t until now that I put the missing piece… Just like Nat Turner, Hillary Clinton made a statement more powerful than becoming the first woman President. Hillary Clinton lit a fire in the hearts of many too numerous to count.

Same as Jesus dying on the cross. Satan thought his mission was fool proof yet was silly enough to forget who God was. Did you really think beating and killing Jesus, making a mockery of him to hang on a cross would stop the move of God? No sir, you were a part of the plot in order for God’s Word to spread to the ends of the earth. So although there are many who are broken in spirit because of Hillary Clinton losing the Election to Mr. Trump, she did her part. She showed up, stood tall, holding the torch high. Not just for one to grab hold to and run, but for all to resist fear and fan the fire that is lit in them right now.

This is not the end, although yes the Word of the Lord is true and it must come to past. Joel 2:25-32 says "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten-- the great locust and the young locust, the other locusts and the locust swarm -- my great army that I sent among you. “You will have plenty to eat, until you are full, and you will praise the name of the LORD your God, who has worked wonders for you; never again will my people be shamed. Then you will know that I am in Israel, that I am the LORD your God, and that there is no other; never again will my people be shamed. "And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days. I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke. The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD. And everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved; for on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will be deliverance, as the LORD has said, even among the survivors whom the LORD calls.

So, the time is now not to be afraid but to be of great courage. Repent in our own hearts and move forward in the calling and purpose set within us before the beginning of time.

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