I HATE NOVEMBER 17th!

Nov 17, 2015

That's what I used to say every single time this day rolled around on the calendar.  

Why did I say this?  

Because my mother died on November 17, 1982.  

My home burned down on November 17, 1984 and my father and I lost everything we had.  

So, on November 17 I just figured all hell was going to break loose in my life...and I dreaded it so much.  

However, over time I began to realize that if I allow what happened in my past to dictate how I felt about the future then I would walk around with a victim mindset instead of a victorious one.  

Just because November 17 has been a bad day in my history, it does not determine my destiny.  

In Christ I am not the sum total of what has happened to me or all that I have done wrong...but rather I am made brand new...and so is the future that is in store for me.  

It's true for you, too!!  

Just because your past has pounded you– it does not mean that your future is flawed.  

Jesus, and ONLY JESUS, can take a complete mess and turn it into a miracle.  

November 17 does not define me–Jesus defines me–and in that truth there is freedom!