We ask God for a makeover and He says He wants to give us a whole new life. We ask Him for a remodel and He says He wants to completely tear down the old and replace it with a much better promise.

I do not have perfect faith, Papa. I do not have perfect belief. He knows; I am still His kid.

I run around and around the same old track. Taking, risking little steps here and there outside into the unknown. Terrified. We don’t even know what we’re missing.

We want a better Egypt and He has a completely different state for us. Actually it’s already ours for the taking, so to speak. And yet we don’t even realize it. We keep begging before a table spread for our enjoyment.

Freeing our minds is a relational journey. How is the slavery mindset still holding onto you?