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By Michelle Tillman The Word says that without it, it is impossible to please Him. Even if it starts the size of a mustard seed, I want it to grow to the size of a sequoia tree. Since I am nothing without Him, I guess I better get me some. See I’m gonna “faith it ‘til I make it,” and wish the enemy would try to break it. I’m taking steps into my destiny and the enemy don’t really want to mess with me. See my God has not given me the spirit of fear, but He has given me access to faith on fleek, so Satan you better rest beneath my feet. I want nothing less than mountain moving faith, and if faith comes by hearing then I’m playing the Word on repeat. I’ll be at church every week, not going to miss an opportunity for it’s of Him I seek. But maybe it’s not enough for you to hear it from me. Maybe you should ask Jonah how he got out the whale; ask Peter how he got out of jail; ask David how he killed a giant as tall as the sky; ask Esther who helped save her life other than Mordecai. Ask Job what he used to keep his head held up; ask Jeremiah how he made it when everyone around him was corrupt. Why don’t you ask Isaac what kind of faith his daddy had or ask Gideon how he won a war with only 300 hundred men on his staff.
