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The Battle Is Not Yours
The Battle Is Not Yours
The Battle Is Not Yours
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Living in this world of chaos I have often found myself in battle or a struggling conflict where I have strived to keep my head above the water.
Battle, behind weary battle I found myself on the losing side. Angry, confused, beat up, and bruised, I prepare for another battle, hoping to come out the victor.
This time using proper technique, I invite God in on this fight, but before going to the battle ground a voice speaks out to me I am a God that needs no help. Stand, trust, and lean on me for the battle is not yours; it is the Lords!
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PublisherXlibris US
Release dateApr 23, 2013
ISBN9781483620473
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    The Battle Is Not Yours - Hattie Green

    Copyright © 2013 by Hattie Green.

    Library of Congress Control Number:   2013906278

    ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-4836-2046-6

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    Special Thanks To

    I would like to give thanks to my Lord Jesus Christ who once again blessed me to complete a second book. Glory! I’d like to thank my husband, Curtis Green, for his love and kindness and, most of all, for his keeping it 100! I give thanks to my pastor, Robert Walker Jr., and his beautiful wife, Patricia A. Walker. I thank God for Dr. Muriel Fuqua for her insight and honest relationship (thank you oh so much).

    I give thanks once again to the man of God, Elder John Lawson. (For without your nuggets, my pockets would be empty.) Last but not least, to all my frenemies, I thank the Lord Jesus Christ, for it is you and your words that keep me before him.

    Hello, it’s me again, Sis. Hattie Green. Yes, I know in my last book I had the last name Laws. Since then I have become married. Before I go any further, I’d like to apologize to all of you that have read the book Delivered. You see, at the end of Delivered, I made a statement saying I had been delivered, and this is true; yes, God had delivered me.

    He delivered me from prostitution. He delivered me from my drug addictions. He delivered me from many things. But as time went, I have learned that he wasn’t finished delivering me! Let’s not get things twisted. I am who I am: a broken woman trying to get to heaven. I have my flaws, and I have made many mistakes. Let’s keep it real—God is not finished yet.

    See, after being delivered from the fast and deadly life I once lived, God changed me, and my ways of thinking are completely different than before. What I once saw as ugly is now actually cute. What I once thought to be funky actually smelled great. I no longer smoked crack, and thank God, I no longer had to prostitute to support a deadly habit. I no longer hated men and I no longer hated myself.

    Wow! This life is going to be perfect. I could really enjoy living like this. All I have to do is serve God and live according to his Word. After all I’ve been through, this is going to be a piece of cake. Wrong! How fast were my eyes opened; my first mistake was thinking how proud my family would be. To my horror, a family member had already put a death sentence on my new life. It was said, I give it two weeks, and she’ll be back to the same things.

    The pain that I felt knowing how people will sit back and crucify you from a distance. Here I am thinking, I know my family will be so pleased, only to be put down by that same someone. I then became fearful of what I was hearing. This led me to start questioning myself. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t ready for this. Was I only going to last two weeks? Maybe, just maybe, my family members knew what they were talking about. Full of confusion,

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