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Each of us has a cup to drink en route to our DESTINY. We will swallow the full dregs, and though it kills us, we shall live. Yet it shall not be us, but Christ living in us. God takes things to another level as we press through into a new place in Him. Transitions are healthy and good for us. When we allow ourselves to be stretched into a new place, we will experience fresh joys on the other side. SEE YOURSELF WITH THE CONFIDENCE OF GOD'S STRENGTH Imagine awakening every morning with the confidence of God's strength in you. And this strength in you according to His wealth, according to the riches of His glory, according to who He is. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." - Philippians 4:13 Could it be that God has brought you to this place and positioned you in the midst of all the world has to offer, so you can make a declaration about Jesus? What's holding you back from being all that you can be in Christ Jesus? ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

I found this poem in an old thrift store book entitled 212 Victory Poems. The name of the poem is "Will You Give it Up" ... I cannot give it up, The little world I know! The innocent delights of youth, The things I cherish so! 'Tis true, I love my Lord And want to do His will, And Oh, I may enjoy the world And be a Christian still! I love the hour of prayer, I love the hymns of praise, I love the blessed word that tells Of God's redeeming grace, But I am human still; And while I dwell on earth God surely will not grudge the hours I spend in harmless mirth. These things belong to youth, And are its natural right – My dress, my pastimes, and my friends, The merry and the bright. My Father's heart is kind; He will not count it ill That my small corner of the world Should please and hold me still! And yet-- "outside the camp", 'Twas there my Saviour died! It was the world that cast Him forth, And saw Him crucified. Can I take part with those Who nailed Him to the tree? And where His name is never praised Is there the place for me? Nay, world! I turn away, Though thou seem'st fair and good; That friendly outstretched hand of thine Is stained with Jesus' blood. If in thy least device I stoop to take a part, All unaware, thine influence steals God's presence from my heart. I miss my Saviour's smile Whene'er I walk thy ways; Thy laughter drowns the Spirit's voice And chokes the springs of praise. If e'er I turn aside To join thee for an hour, The face of Christ grows blurred and dim And prayer has lost its power! Farewell! Henceforth my place Is with the Lamb who died My Sovereign! While I have Thy love, What can I want beside? Thyself, dear Lord, art now My free and loving choice, In whom, though now I see Thee not, Believing, I rejoice! Shame on me that I sought Another joy than this, Or dreamt a heart at rest with Thee Could crave for earthly bliss! These vain and worthless things, I put them all aside; His goodness fills my longing soul, And I am satisfied. Lord Jesus! let me dwell "Outside the camp", with Thee. Since Thou art there, then there alone Is peace and home for me. Thy dear reproach to bear I'll count my highest gain, Till Thou return, my banished King, To take Thy power, and reign! --Margaret Mauro