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HOW YOUR LEVEL OF INFLUENCE IS DETERMINED




You say you believe in the power of His name at work in your life and you draw back every time you get the chance to let his light shine through you in a conversation, a hard challenge or the obvious operation of darkness in the lives of others around you?

Faith in the one who sent you; faith in your identity as His sent and boldness to execute what He sends you determines your level of influence.

Faith and boldness are products of KNOWLEDGE.
If you knew who the king is (you are)?
If you knew who His King is (Christ is)?
You will no longer be afraid of confronting darkness around you.

You want influence?
How much have you put your gifts to work? 


Could it be that are you are among those asking for increased capacity or saying "Lord use me" when the gifts already given are rusting away from lack of use?

How committed are you to the seemingly "small", "insignificant” instruction, mission and people assigned to you?

How much of God's word are we beholding in order for our flesh to give way for his fullness in us to show up (I'm speaking to myself here too!!)?

You want influence? 

First, fix your faith and unlock your boldness! 


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