Hostile Takeover Pt. II

So if you've been busy at war with attempting to possess your promise land (like I have been), then I'm certain you have a few battle wounds. Let's revisit the hostile takeover the children of Israel were called to perform in order to take possession of the land that had been promised to them. Historically we see the inhabitants they faced were descendants of giants. [Not giants as in Jack & The Bean Stalk, but scientifically proven most people back then were much smaller than they are now, men ranging from 4'7"-5'6". The descendants that inhabited the land of Caanan were on average 7-8 feet tall] Not only did they have to drive them out of the land, but the war was seemingly impossible. Just keep this in mind, when you remove the "I Am" from possible you get "i-mpossible". All things are possible only with Christ, thus we see the tribe of Judah (which again means praise) were successful in claiming their promises. Boxers are even classified by divisions, feather weight, light weight, regular and heavy weight divisions. Thus the fight is a bit more equitable. Those who are taller and heavier have a longer reach, which gives them an advantage over their shorter armed lighter weighing opponent. The longer your reach, the further away you can be when you strike your opponent. When you are smaller and have smaller arms, you must get in the thick of the battle in order to cause damage. Of course we're tired, we've been backed up against the ropes and we're waiting on the referee (God) to ring the bell and declare the fight over and us victorious.
Get to the point....right! You're tired, you're beat up, you're ready to throw in the towel and say to heck with this fight, where I'm at isn't that bad after all. If your promise wasn't of greater value, there would be no reason to fight. Enemies attempt to keep you from what would make you happy and successful. The problem with enemies is even when you are over their tactics, and you have stopped giving them the power to cause you to be distracted, they are still at work attempting to figure out what is the next thing that will get you tripped up so you lose focus on your promise. Of course you're tired, you've been fighting giants, they have longer arms than you and more energy. Whatever giant you are facing in life, whether it be finances, relationships, children, work, ministry, etc., you can only accomplish a hostile takeover with God's help. It wasn't meant for you to fight it alone. Don't fight like it's just you, fight like you have a nation of angels on your side that will follow your command. Fight light you've already won. Fight like you've seen the outcome, and you can already taste the fruit that grows in your promise land. If Alexander the Great was one of the most successful and feared conquerors of all times, but Romans 8:37 says yet in all things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us, then we are more than capable of coming out of this battle victorious. The fight isn't over, so don't quit now. Tighten up those shoe laces and keep running toward your giant, if he doesn't fall right away he just might retreat because he'll think you're crazy and you can't win when you're fighting a crazy person because they just won't give up. :))

George explained....

As I was listening to someone (who hardly knows George from a can of paint) describe him as "arrogant," I began to laugh and realized if you don't know George, he appears to be a piece of work. Having never grown up with a man in the home, and raised by his grandmother and a host of aunts, he has made up what he thinks a strong man should be. Having negative feelings towards his own father (he didn't meet him until he was 10 years old, although his youngest sister is 7 years younger than him, which means she was conceived when George was 3, however he had never seen his father), he decided to grow up and be the man he needed in his life when he was younger. He joined the marines at 18 years old, making up his mind to find a way on his own to pay for college. Without his mothers approval, he signed up and has been in the military every since. When ever George initially meets a man, there is this "dance" (for the lack of a better word) that he does. It's typical of most male dogs (not at all comparing him to a dog, but they do the same thing). There's the sizing up, the comparison to his image of what a man should be doing, what a man should have accomplished, and what a man should possess by a certain age. If he feels the man doesn't fit this image, then he begins dissecting the man to determine what is wrong with him that he has not accomplished all that he should have by now. There is little room for error, unless you have a physical disability (that is visually seen) he doesn't understand not having succeeded in life. While both of us possess the same thought process of not allowing negative situations in your life to cause you to be life's victim, he is a bit more extreme. As a marine, he believes everything can be solved with violence (what marine doesn't). The country is in financial peril, solution = kill all those who refuse to work. World population is an issue, solution = kill all those who keep having kids out of wedlock. Children are going hungry, solution = parents shouldn't have had them, if they can't feed their kids, kill the parents. It sounds absolutely ridiculous, but my husband is absolutely insane. LOL As a natural leader, he certainly doesn't understand a man not being the head of his house and letting the woman handle the finances. While he had taught me plenty about saving, investing, etc., he still largely maintains all savings and retirement plans for the both of us, making certain that our futures are secure. He believes in working hard (in the 7 years we've been together I have never seen him take a day off or call in sick), saving/investing money, living off of only 1/3 of your income, and being his version of what a man is supposed to be. When my dad lived with us, George had a serious time adjusting to another strong man in the house. He didn't learn to speak to my dad until my dad saw past his mask. Now that my biological father lives with us, he's been able to get past that thin hard exterior and get to the gooey soft center of who George really is. Not many people get to that point with him, and those who he doesn't allow in, will always see him as arrogant, obnoxious, annoying, know-it-all, loud mouth who seems to have an opinion about everything. His family has recognized that I am the only person who can get him to turn all of that crap off entirely and listen to me......yeah, I don't see it. LOL But I love my little loud mouth marine.