Thought I had the fullness,
but something was missing.

My faith was strong. It carried me through struggles, failures, joys, births, growth, cancer, death, and becoming a widower. Even so . . .

• Although I was told God no longer spoke, He’d talk to me.
• Although I knew about the fruits of the spirit, it was a struggle to live them.
• Although I knew the admonitions to be a good man, I frequently fell short.
• Although I felt evil, I was taught not to worry.
• Although I wanted to be a courageous for those I loved, at times I couldn’t.

This all pissed me off. Oh yes, I also had an anger issue.

God was everything to me: I loved His word, and I loved Him. But I still thought myself a failure, less than. To make matters worse, Jeremiah 17:9 was pounded into my head and heart, even as I was told to be good and moral and nice. Ugh, that dreaded word nice. How many valiant, honorable warriors are “nice?” How many women want complacent, passive, “nice” men?

Squirrel! . . . Sorry.

Then freedom dropped itself off at my door, changing all of that, and ridiculously more.

• I hear from God, intimately, profoundly and sometimes often
• By grace, I walk evermore into the fruits of the Spirit
• God has made me and is evermore making me into a better man
• I understand and successfully engage in warfare
• My wife says I am not only more confident, but more courageous – oorah
• I hear that someone turned my heart of stone into a heart of flesh, and He buried my old me on that old rugged cross
• And that anger thing has dramatically lessoned, at least the unrighteous kind

How? Through freedom in and by Christ.

Even better, this message has changed these things and much more for many men, women and teens. Ultimately, in doing this, we’ve made a sizable dent in the gates of hell, and we’ve taken back ground the evil thing once considered its own.

Let’s go out and bring freedom to at least a couple million more. Why not? If He stands with us, who can stand against us?

Oh, and that missing thing? It’s been found.