What Is Recovery

 

What is Recovery?  When my husband Paul and I began our Holy Spirit assignment I thought my answer would be helping those struggling with addiction. As many of you know Paul is a drug and alcohol counselor, after dealing with his own addiction for years. He has personally experienced 

Joel 2:25  "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten—

The Lord moved us to TN where we started a non-profit. To better understand the goal I would encourage you to visit our site.

 RenegadeRecoveryFoundation.com

What I have learned is recovery includes a lot more than drugs and alcohol. Honestly we are all recovering at some point in our lives whether it be the loss of a loved one, divorce, our past, depression, the list goes on and on.

What I would like to share with you today is a recent journey Paul and I have been on with a man of God whose current recovery is overcoming the loss of a home, job, dignity and basic life needs due to health issues.  

The Lord led us to him in December where we met on a street corner on a very cold TN day. This was also the day I realized Renegade was not limited to people suffering from drugs alone.

I will be sharing content from personal messages between us and our friend, when his phone is working and charged, so you can witness firsthand where in his recovery process he is. I will leave his name off out of respect. 

MESSAGES:

Hi guys! So I finally got a ride into Pigeon Forge today. Got a ticket in 10 minutes, so I can't ride my scooter much. No gas, anyway. I went to Denny's for a job, but everything is online now and my cell service is inactive and the phone is a piece of junk so maybe tomorrow I can go online at the library and try to get in that way.

So I'm okay, as long as I can last the night. 

Thank you for all your help and friendship. I'm in pretty dire straits again right now. If I were a drug addict on probation, I wouldn't be in this position. I'll let you know everything when we speak again.

Until then, God bless and please pray for me. 

Love,

xxxxxx

Sorry it's been a while checking in. I hope all is well with you.

So my phone service expired and I've been outdoors for a few weeks now-no fun at all! So I called Straight Talk and begged them for a complimentary 1 week of service to get out of this situation, and they did it! And then, as Murphy's Law would have it, my phone decided to stop working. No charge at all. I plugged it into an outlet behind a gas station today and it charged up to 80% so I thought I'd better let you know how I'm doing because I know you care about me.

I have a place where I can stay with an old friend and a place where I can park my scooter, but that's in Sevierville and have no way to transport it. I had one guy who was going to help, but I have to try to catch him at the gas station, which is cool but they keep running me off. Can't have a dirty, smelly old homeless guy sitting outside the store all day.

Anyway, the SSA finally got me an appointment for a full work up for my disability, but it's on July 22 in Morristown. Until then, it's nothing but suffering miserably.

So, I'll have phone service for 2 more days. If my phone charges, I can get onto a wi fi network for emails.

I've been reading Proverbs a lot lately, Job and Ecclesiastes, asking God why He is putting me through this. The answers come slowly.

God bless, and hopefully we'll talk again soon.

In God's love,

xxxxxx

Hi Gena!

It's that dang xxxxx guy again! Just wanted to touch base, let y'all know that I'm ok. I have called a couple former employers to see if I can get back on board, but I also called my disability attorney and they said that would ruin my chance of being approved. So I'm stuck. I have food, but this concrete and dirt is taking its toll.

Anyway, thank you and God for being there for me. I know where to go for church services, but it's kind of hard to get there for me. But I'm okay, and I hope that you are as well.

Love, xxxxx

Hi guys,

Sorry it's taken so long to respond, but my phone suddenly decided to stop charging, but sometimes it does very slowly i'm only at 13% now after several hours of being plugged in! Just finding a place to plug it in is a hassle.

I really do appreciate you, and it's true that God moves me to do my best to touch others with His love, and He does.

I'm not sick or dying, but that's all I can say for now. Miserable, yes. Hungry, filthy, and desperate, but not dead. Even though sometimes I do pray for Him to just take me off this earth in my sleep. But He won't let me.

Thank you again, and I'll call with an update as soon as I can get this danged phone charged!

I love you, folks. May God bless us all tonight with rest, sustenance, and fellowship.

Love,

xxxx

John 15:8

I want you to notice our friend never asks us for anything other than prayer.

Maybe we don't talk to people we don't understand because we don't want them to ask us for something we don't want to give?? We can be so quick to judge others, to assume things about people based on the current circumstances of their lives. I have been guilty of this very thing. At times we treat brothers and sisters less than and rob them of their dignity.

It’s possible they are in the center of God’s will. Remember Paul wrote many letters to the church from prison! He was homeless, broke, hungry and I'm sure smelly.

Acts 10:34-35: "Then Peter began to speak: 'I now truly understand that God does not show favoritism, but welcomes those from every nation who fear Him and do what is right'".

James 2:1-4: Commands believers not to show favoritism (such as favoring the rich over the poor), stating that doing so makes them "judges with evil thoughts".

Leviticus 19:15: "Do not pervert justice; do not show partiality to the poor or favoritism to the great, but judge your neighbor fairly".

Romans 2:11: "For God does not show favoritism".

1 Samuel 16:7: Mentions that while humans look at outward appearance, God looks at the heart.

We continue to pray daily and seek the will of God for our brother. We do all we can with the resources we have as we extend a hand up with no strings attached.

 

Many of you thank us for what we do, but like any non-profit, we can’t do it without donations.

So there you have it, I’m asking you to pray about giving to RenegadeRecoveryFoundation.com as we continue to minister to those walking through their personal recovery.

Philippians 4:9 "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus".

 
If you noticed I underlined the above verse, John 15:8, because that is the verse the Lord gave me this morning in my devotional time and I realized later when I read the last message from my friend he posted the same verse!

John 15:8 By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.

Gems, I pray you will do your part, however God leads you, as you embrace those around you in “recovery.” If you feel led we would appreciate your support so we can continue to glorify God and prove to be His disciples.

www.renegaderecoveryfoundation.com

Who Is Your Neighbor

This morning I find myself grieving for a person I only met once. I’m mourning a missed opportunity to share the gospel. A missed opportunity to be an ambassador for Christ. A missed opportunity to be a watchman for the lost. A missed opportunity to slow down and be totally present.

I had a neighbor that didn’t come out of his house often. I wouldn’t say he was elderly but I could tell by the lack of visitors he was a loner. We live on a busy street and our houses are not close together so you have to be intentional about talking to a neighbor.

Christmas evening Paul and I walked over to his house to offer a meal and some fresh baked cookies my grandkids made. We knocked on the door and he peeked out the window, understandably reluctant to open the door. I shouted out my name and let him know we were neighbors. I said Merry Christmas holding up the cookies and introduced him to Paul.

He then smiled and said he loved cookies! Without missing a beat he explained he was waiting for a liver transplant and was pretty sick. He did spend the day with his sister but was happy to have some treats for the evening. I told him we would be happy to help in any way we could.

He thanked us and said “it’s so good to know I have nice neighbors” as he shut the door.

The funny thing is he never told us his name and sadly we didn’t give him our phone number.

How was he going to ask for help if we didn’t give him our number? Like I said, we don’t live right next door and it was obvious he would not have the strength to walk to our door.

I am filled with sorrow as I write those words.

I told myself I would come by in a few days and give him my number. I did go by one day to see if he needed anything from the store but he didn’t answer.

About 2 weeks ago we saw an ambulance and fire truck at his house. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that it wasn’t going to be good.

Yesterday Paul and I were cleaning off the snow covered drive way and I felt led to clean the front walk way. Why I don’t know as no one uses our front door and other than family we don’t have visitors.

To our surprise there was a knock on the door late in the afternoon. It was our neighbor's sister, she saw the footprints in the snow coming from our house to her brothers. She wanted to let us know he passed away. He had died in the house weeks before, the night we saw the ambulance they were there to take his body. His sister had called a friend to check on him as he wasn’t answering his phone, the friend found him.








Was he a believer? I have no idea, why? Because I didn’t ask. This unnamed man told me he was waiting for a liver and I didn’t even pray with him. I missed the opportunity to be totally present and ask more questions. I justified it by telling myself I would come back another day.

But here’s the thing, that day didn’t happen.

So today I repent for allowing my agenda to come before the heart of the Lord, I will pray for his family. I told his sister how sorry I was for her loss but I followed up by giving her my name and number and asked her to call me to help her with the house.

I can’t undue my past actions but I can learn from them and do better next time.

I don’t want to be known by Jesus as a “nice neighbor” I want to be known as a good and faithful servant.



Romans 10:14 How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?

How Did You Meet Him

 

My daughter sent me a text yesterday that said "How were you first introduced to Jesus?"

I love getting random questions that make you stop and think....I text back that it wasn't a two sentence answer and she suggested I write a jewel, so here goes.

I have been in many conversations that start off with "share your salvation story." Some people can tell you the day it happened or at least the year but I didn't have an actual moment.

My relationship with Jesus began when I was a little girl. I knew I was loved but couldn't tell you exactly why, it was just a feeling.

I grew up in your typical dysfunctional family. I was supposed to be a boy, my name was Brian Keith but God had other plans. I was born in a small town in Florida, the hospital didn't have a designated labor and delivery floor so my mother was in a room with a woman who was quite a bit older than her. My grand entry into the world was a disappointment to my parents but a blessing to this unnamed woman.

As the story goes, per my mother, the woman had 7 sons and always wanted a daughter. She fell in love with me right away and took care of me the first week of my life. My mother had a hysterectomy after I was born so we were both in the hospital for an extended stay. This woman not only took care of me but she also named me, Rogena Ann. I will have a talk with her when I meet her in Heaven regarding the name.

Years later I asked my mother if she remembered the name of the woman who named me and she said no. This didn't give me a warm fuzzy feeling but I asked her to call me if she did remember anything about her in the future. She did call me one day and said I remember something about the woman who named you. I was very excited and asked "what?" She went on to tell me the woman had a wooden leg. This explains my love of telling pirate stories.

I believe this woman was a follower of Jesus. I also believe she prayed over me and gave me a mantel for loving people that aren't necessarily wanted. I look forward to meeting her one day to hear the other side of the story.

I don't remember a lot of love in my home. My father never spoke my name, since it wasn't Brian, and I lived a bit of an invisible life. I lived in different places starting at the age of 3, not my siblings, I had 2 sisters and a brother that stayed in our home. 

When I was in 3rd grade we went on a family vacation, I should have known something was up cause we didn't do family anything. My parents left while I was sleeping and I lived with my grandparents for 3 months. When I got home there was a baby in the living room. A boy baby, the right kind of baby. I had a brother and ironically his name was Brian. Later my parents changed it to Michael. 

I tell you all this because I didn't feel love in my home but I felt loved from somewhere. I had, and still do, a great imagination. I loved to sing and play and would make friends with just about anyone. I could feel a presence around me that hugged me without arms. I assumed I made up a loveable imaginary friend.

When I was in middle school my brother and I attended a private Christian school. Not because we had any religion in our home, we didn't go to church or hear about God but my mother had a close friend and her kids went there so my mother sent us. Of course this was all of God's plan for me.

There was a church about a mile from our house and I would walk there and sit in on a service once in a while. I think back now how weird it was that no one asked me who I was or if my parents were there. I still carried that feeling of being loved and enjoyed hearing stories about love.

I made a friend named Cindy at the Christian school and she lived near my grandmother. Now just a note about my grandmother, she was a devout Catholic, attended mass just about every day. We never spoke about God so I didn't have any idea He might be the one that was with me everywhere I went. 

Ok back to my friend from school. She attended a charismatic church that was across the street from my grandmother's house. One weekend I was staying with my grandmother and Cindy invited me to church. I let my grandmother know I would be going and she was not happy about it. She told me they spoke in tongues and she was pretty sure there were snakes of some kind involved in their service. I didn't even know about tongues and to be honest I don't think my grandmother really did either. Needless to say I went and no snakes were harmed at the gathering.

I was definitely becoming more spiritual as I grew. I learned about God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit at the school and finally had a name for the one who loved me.

The Holy Spirit often told me things that were going to happen, sometimes to share and other times it appeared to be a secret between the two of us. 

By the time I got to high school I already had a reputation of being a bit odd and the one to go to if you needed to get a message to Jesus. None of my friends were being raised in Christian homes. 

I was always independent and continued living other places other than my parents home. No one seemed to miss me. I could be gone for days or months with no questions asked.

 One day I was walking down the road and I found a rocking chair in the garbage. I dragged it home, it was old and the paint was chipped but I just loved it.

There were many nights I would feel so alone and longed to be wanted. I would begin to cry and every once in a while that chair would rock by itself. It was never scary, it was strangely comforting because I knew the lover of my soul was sitting there, even if I couldn't see Him.

So you see Gems, I didn't have an official come to Jesus meeting. I first met Him as an infant in need of a name. I met Him in an elderly woman that lived across the street who was always so happy to see me. I met Him in 3rd grade through a teacher that called me by name. I met him when my friend Frances would share an apple with me because I had no lunch.  I met Him in High School when Mrs. Taylor said I had something special in me when my parents told me to quit school. I met Him amongst tears of sorrow and moments of joy. I met Him in every bad and good decision I ever made. I still continue to meet with Him all day every day.

The truth is He met me when He knit me together in my mothers womb and was patient while I journeyed to Him.

I had years of love and comfort with a presence that led to a name that led to a full on relationship that I am eternally thankful for. I know who I am and whose I am. I am loved unconditionally and never alone.

I pray, however it happens, you meet Him too, so when someone asks you "how were you first introduced to Jesus" you can tell your story. 

 

Who Can We Blame

Who can we blame

when everyone is trying

Who can we blame

when those around us are dying

Who can we be angry with

when the truth is replaced by lies

Who can we be angry with

when children's laughter is replaced with cries

Who is wrong

When we are doing the best we can

Who is wrong 

when the things of God are not as they began

Who can catch my tears

When my soul is torn

Who can hold me together

when I mourn for the unborn

Who do we cling to

The only one who can save

Who do we cling to

The one who freely gave

What is the name 

of the one who can redeem it all

What is the name 

of the one who still hears my call

His name is Jesus

the name above all names

His name is Jesus 

the one who does what He claims!

Gena Capanna

5/13/25

When Did You See me

 

To begin this jewel I will need to take you to the past. My youngest brother struggled all of his life with mental illness and later addiction. He was on medication from a young age and to say his life was heart breaking is an understatement. He passed away in 2021.

This jewel is not about my brother’s personal life as a whole but of a few incidents I want to share with you from his life. Because of his mental illness my brother was not always dealing with reality and this caused him great pain in his life. He was placed in and out of mental hospitals which led to jails and finally prison. The last prison he was in left him so badly beaten he was eventually put in a nursing home during the pandemic, where he died alone. 

I would visit my brother at the hospitals, jails and prison, it was always a traumatic experience. The prison was the worst. I had to do most of this on my own as our family was spread out over the state. I would have a stomach ache on the 2 ½ hour drive to the prison and would usually cry on the ride home.

During one of my brother’s psychotic episodes he broke into my parents home in the middle of the night. My parents were in their 80’s and I’ll spare you all the details but the event left both my parents wrongly placed in jail! 

It was only by God’s grace I found out. I was living in Mt. Dora FL at the time and they lived in Davenport FL. I got a phone call from one of the women who worked at the jail. I don't know how she got my number because I know my mother didn't have it memorized and I had a cell phone. Only God. She told me my mother had been crying for hours. My parents were in pajamas and were freezing and they didn't have any of their medication. I remember trying to process what she was saying to me as my mind exploded after hearing they were in jail. She gave me an address and I told her I was on my way. I began the 2 hour drive furious and in disbelief. I began to pray. I asked God “what am I going to do when I get there?” I had no idea.

When I pulled up to the Sheriff's office I felt the Holy Spirit say “ask for the person in charge.” A young girl came to the desk and said "How can I help you?" I told her I wanted to speak to the Sheriff. Honestly I had no idea what I was asking at the time. She began asking about what and did I have an appointment? I just kept saying over and over I want the Sheriff. She walked away, obviously annoyed and eventually out of sight. I began praying frantically to God asking, Now What!?

I heard the Holy Spirit clearly say “do you see the Sheriff Department mission statement on that sign above you?”

MISSION STATEMENT

We, the members of the Sheriff’s Office, are committed to excellence in providing law enforcement, detention and public safety services. In partnership with our community, we will serve with integrity, compassion, accountability, and professionalism. 

Ummm yea… "Well when the next person comes to the desk I want you to read it to him.” I didn’t have time to think about His answer when an officer walked up to the desk and said firmly, how can I help you?

I did exactly what the Holy Spirit said to do. I read the mission statement to him then told him I wanted to speak to the Sheriff.

He informed me the Sheriff was out of town. I then asked for the person in  charge under him. The officer told me that was the deputy Sheriff and he didn’t work at that office. I stayed firm listening to the Holy Spirit and then asked him for his name and address as I was going to go to him. He told me to wait then left the reception area.

Gems I was freaking out this whole time! I thought for sure that officer was going to get handcuffs to cart me off. If nothing else, I might be in the cell next to my parents.

He came back a few minutes later with the name and address of the man in charge. 

I drove to the town where the deputy sheriff was, which was another 40 minutes away. When I arrived I gave my name and asked for the man in charge. The officer smirked and said “he’s expecting you.” 

I could feel the Holy Spirit all over me and knew He was in control.

I walked into the office of the Deputy Sheriff and after a few minutes of chatting I knew he was a believer. I explained the facts I had of the situation and he responded with very professional answers. We both knew the young officer that did the deed had messed up.

I told him I respected his position and his responsibility to the department. I then went on to tell him that he and I, as believers, answered to a higher authority and that authority was calling him to release my parents immediately.

He left the office for a few minutes then came back and told me they would be released and I could go back to the jail, 40 minutes away, and pick them up. The Holy Spirit rose up again and I said no, your officer took my parents from their home. You need to drive them back.

He arranged it and they did. 

God moved in a mighty way but it was an emotional experience to go through nonetheless. 

Gems, there are a lot of other encounters, some much more painful, and the truth is they left scars on me emotionally. I have stayed away from situations involving jails since my brother passed away. 

This brings us to the present. As many of you know, Paul and I have a ministry called Renegade Recovery Foundation. We are honored to walk alongside those struggling with addiction of any kind. One of the men we minister to and have built a strong relationship with was arrested. I have been praying for him, however, the Holy Spirit has put such a special place in my heart for him.

The visitation has changed a lot since I was in the jails and I know you have to set up accounts and do video chats and you don’t get to see the inmate in person. I think this is awful for so many reasons but I want to stay focused. With the help of my sweet husband we were able to find out what jail he was in.

I woke up last week and clearly heard the Holy Spirit say “go see my son at the jail.” I’m not gonna lie I had no desire to go to any jail but I knew God was sending me. I got dressed and headed out the door. Again, I had no clue what I would do when I got there or what the procedure was. With no communication available I could not let our brother know I was coming. The feedback from those around me was I was wasting my time. But I knew what God said.

As I started the drive I prayed. I had an immediate stomach ache as a flood of memories filled my mind of the journey with my brother. When I arrived I rang the bell and a voice asked what I wanted. I said my name is Gena and I’m a pastor, I figured I’d try that card first.

The woman asked if I was there for visitation and I said yes. She buzzed me in. There was no one inside the room, only a row of phones. 

I said OK Lord you're on. I picked up the phone and typed in the information I knew. Up came my friend's name and I hit start visit. I could see myself in the small video. The problem was my friend had no idea I was there.

I asked the Lord, how will he know I’m here? The Holy Spirit said hang up and go to the next door. I laughed to myself remembering the Sheriff's office from years ago. So I asked, do you have another sign I can read? As I came up to the door this was on it.

Does God have a sense of humor or what! I walked to the window at the end of the hall and the woman who came up had the most beautiful blue eyes. She asked if she could help me and I just started blubbering. I told her I woke up and God said come to the jail. I went on to tell her I wasn’t even sure if he was still there but I had to do what God said. I could feel the Holy Spirit moving. I told her I had a team of people praying and believed she was the one God would use to help me. I don’t know if she believed or was just afraid of me but she not only found him she arranged for him to go to the area in the jail where he could take my call!!! 

My heart was pounding as I made my way back to the voice box on the wall that felt like the wizard of oz asking what I wanted. I said firmly I’m here for a visit!

I grabbed a phone and once again put in the information and up popped the face of my dear brother.

His eyes filled with tears when he saw me. He just kept saying my name over and over. He told me he prayed all morning and felt like God said HE would send me. He said “I just can’t believe you're really here!” I let him know God was clear that He wanted to love on His son.

He told me he desperately needed money for the commissary as he had no personal hygiene items for weeks.

Because of our generous supporters through Renegade Recovery foundation we not only put money on a commissary account but set up a phone call account for him too.

Unfortunately he can only have one visit a week so I have to wait to go back and see him.

Gems, we ask God if he sees us? Does He hear our prayers? Will He help us, and the answer is yes, BUT, we are the tools that He uses for others.

 I kept thinking of Paul in the Bible and how many times he was in jail, he counted on his brothers in Christ to help him.

2 Timothy 4:13 "When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, and the books, but especially the parchments."

I needed to get past my past and be available to go wherever God waned to send me.

There are times we need to get rid of excess baggage so we can travel on a new assignment for God.

Gems you don’t have to know the "how" just move and allow God to do the hard part. Some of those hard parts are cleansing our wounds so we can help heal another's.

People are in all kinds of prisons, let’s help set them free!

When we do for the least of these we do for Him, and He sees us!

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Clock Is Ticking

Before we are even born God knows the plans He has for us, the assignments we would accomplish, the people we would meet on our journeys, the successes we would accomplish and the disappointing challenges we would endure.

Jeremy 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.

The plans are assignments and once we give our life to the Lord we are given an assignment clock and that clock begins ticking right away. The problem is not time, it’s not trusting God’s timing or not using time effectively. 

Psalm 39:4 “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered – how fleeting my life is.

We need to protect our time because time equals life, waste time, waste life.

The thing is time is fair currency, we all get the same amount of it. Heaven is trying to get us to use our time for the glory of God while hell is trying to waste your time for the glory of you.

 I heard a preacher teach on this and found it so powerful, he let us know we all have 86,400 seconds every day and it’s not transferable. If you take out 8 hours for sleep, you are left with 57,600 seconds a day. Every minute of distractions is a minute off your life.

That same pastor gave a great visual using an elevator as an example of how we may waste that time. We begin on the first floor and God’s goal for us it to reach the 10^th floor. You start off with you and your parents and then as you grow you stop off at the 3^rd floor. This gets the enemy nervous, so he has some “distractions” join you in the elevator.

Distraction begins, paying attention to these people or things when there are appointed people you are supposed to meet on the 7^th floor, however,  you’re at a “weight” capacity. You think you’re waiting on the Lord when He’s in fact waiting on you.

We hear many sermons to pray for open doors for us, perhaps when the Lord opens a door it isn’t so much for you to enter but to have people who are blocking you to get off. God is trying to make room for your assignment, and we are pressing the “hold open” button on our elevator begging people to stay. We begin to feel lost because that’s how we look in the spirt, not because God doesn’t love us but because we won’t let the distractions off and let the door close.

There are other people God puts on your elevator for most of your ride. They are put there to help you go up but it wasn’t until the others left that they can even fit. These are people filled with the Holy Spirit, but you couldn’t see things spiritually because you were allowing people or things to keep you on a floor that is beneath your potential.

If our time runs out at this point and we leave this earth, God may welcome us home, but we realize we never got to the 10th floor. God will remind us that He tried to get our attention on the 2nd and 5th floor but it took decades for Him to convince us we could do it. He told us in His word that nothing is impossible for Him. The assignment was always ours, remember He gave it to us before we were even born, but we allowed the enemy to convince us we weren’t qualified. We forgot that we were made in God’s image.

Genesis 1:27 So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

In order to complete our destined assignments, we must surrender to God our time, desires, rights, cravings, everything. If we do not surrender our elevator doesn’t go up.

Maybe the authentic you is so pressed down and your struggling and we call it depression or anxiety. Perhaps those feelings are the real you trying to get out?

Ask yourself, “who told you that?”

Who told you God can’t use you? Who told you that you were useless?

Remember the enemy is trying to keep you from what God said you would be. The trouble is the enemy believes in us more than we believe in ourselves!

God said, you are the righteousness of God, that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit.

Pay attention to what floor you’re on and who’s there with you. Stay focused on what voice you’re listening to. One voice is making sure you waste your precious time while the other is trying to use your time for Kingdom building! The clock is ticking…………………




**Example of distractions: people, cleaning, working, eating, watching TV, shopping etc.**