Injustice
Hey, welcome back. By the end of this story, I want you to have a little more courage to be assertive. This story is about me, the injustice I've faced, and how I've found a little strength in the Bible to keep pressing on through anxiety, depression and even the valley of the shadow of death.
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Ken was four and Ken was mad.
Ken's fat mom was in the kitchen. They were playing charades, and it was Ken's turn. He put his arm straight out and moved it back and forth, no one knew what he was doing. Was he an elephant? An anteater? Alright Ken, what are you? I'm a crocodile!
Now it was mom's turn, she thought for a second and then put her arms straight out to the sides. What are you mom? Are you Jesus? Are you a butterfly? No honey, I'm you.
Ken was mad. And Ken was four.
A four year old is pretty unfiltered when it comes to speaking truth to power. And submission is yet to be formed in the four year olds heart until he absolutely feels powerless to effect hi…
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Ken was four and Ken was mad.
Ken's fat mom was in the kitchen. They were playing charades, and it was Ken's turn. He put his arm straight out and moved it back and forth, no one knew what he was doing. Was he an elephant? An anteater? Alright Ken, what are you? I'm a crocodile!
Now it was mom's turn, she thought for a second and then put her arms straight out to the sides. What are you mom? Are you Jesus? Are you a butterfly? No honey, I'm you.
Ken was mad. And Ken was four.
A four year old is pretty unfiltered when it comes to speaking truth to power. And submission is yet to be formed in the four year olds heart until he absolutely feels powerless to effect hi…
