No matter how old you are.
No matter how young.
No matter how frail, how busy, how overlooked, or how worn down you feel, you are still called. You still have a purpose.
There’s a difference between being poor in your circumstances and being poor in your attitude. Some people believe in God but don’t believe that God believes in them. And that gap is costly. Faith was never meant to stop at believing God exists; it’s meant to continue into believing that He has called you.
You have to believe that God has prepared a city for you. You may be renting right now. The house you’re paying on may not be much to look at. But the Creator of all there is, was, and ever shall be paid your eternal mortgage in full—with His own blood. Your home isn’t just waiting for you someday; it already belongs to you. Right now. It was given as a gift.
God said, “It shall come to pass.” So believe it. Your ability to receive it is directly tied to your willingness to believe it. God said it. I believe it. That settles it.
It’s mine. I’m all in.
Take whatever you want from me, you can’t take this. Strip away comfort, possessions, even my life if you must. But you still can’t touch what God has already secured. As long as there’s a blip on the heart monitor or a defibrillator within reach, my purpose remains intact.
You have a purpose. I have a purpose. And nobody can take it.
He gave it to you unfair and unsquare—but it’s yours.
A purposeful present.
A fantastical future.
Signed, sealed, and secured by God Himself.
Yours in faith,
Roy


