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How to tame your dragons

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Let's say I walk into your office angrily, then grab your pen from your hands and leave (You were actually writing before I did that). Will you react or respond?
Are you still thinking about the answer? Please respond, don't react. Responding is a calculated form of dealing with issues or action.

Jesus knows this and applied it better.

Check out (Matt 8:24-25) 24 And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep. 25 And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish.

He could have screamed "Jesus!" but how can he even scream his own name...lol or scream "daddy!" and have God cover his face in shame and say "Oh my! Now look at what this boy is doing.

Instead this was his response to the situation

(Matt8:26-27) 26 And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.
27 But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!

If christ had panicked probably they would have capsized but like I know him,the only thing christ can't do is..................Fail.

Be ready to respond often than reacting.

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