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— I know. Bear with me. —
That rooster wakes up every single morning at the crack of dawn and screams. Doesn't matter if it's Sunday. Doesn't matter if YOU wanted to sleep in. He has a word, and it will be delivered.
Some of y'all are called to do great things and you're out here acting like a chicken — just walking in circles, pecking at the ground, startled by everything.
A chicken cannot fly. Its wings are basically decorative. And yet? It still feeds nations.
God doesn't need you to be an eagle. He just needs you to show up and stop being so easily spooked.
Now somebody say Amen so we can all go eat.