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I'm Changing the Locks

In the 3 hours of sleep that I got on Wednesday night, I managed to have a dream about a guy repeatedly trying to break into my house. He was careless, leaving behind parts of himself in my backyard--shoes, clothes, tools. It felt like the saga went on and on. One day, he made it into my house and I stood face to face with him. How convenient it was that I woke up right at the climax of this confrontation. I got up and started thinking about how the enemy will try to break into our houses--our bodies, our personal sanctuaries. These parasites come in all different forms. They creep around our lives trying to figure out a way to break in--to break us. They leave hints and signals here and there--most of which we ignore or deny--and slowly ease into our lives at a moment of weakness. But let me not be misunderstood; We may let them in but they DO NOT have to stay! We can come face to face with these demons and let them know that we are not meant to break and they were not meant to break in! Tell your demons, "I'm changing the locks!" What used to get in here can't get in here anymore. Tell your demons, "I'm building a fence around this fortress!" Tell them that "Anybody who wants access has to talk with my head of security!" Whatever your situation is today, speak life over it! Don't let the devil break in. Change your locks. Change your mind. Today's a new day.

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