A flashback of sorts… Eleven months ago, I had been invited to speak at the Golden Corral. I was working with a small group in Georgia, and spoke in Hall County, Georgia. God always seems to have a plan…
But I am not going to lie. It was not my first time speaking. But I was terrified. Why would a group of people want to hear me speak? I just had a backseat view moderating the Telegram chats of seven amazing Patriots. And led an election audit team in a state with a forty-point Trump lead in 2020.
But then, you have to withstand your fears and stand up. I can’t ask other people to get involved at the local level and tackle their fears, if I am not able to do the same.
Often, people question my motives. I feel like God has a plan for everybody…
And shortly, before my mom passed, she told me to just listen… I try to listen and go where God leads me… Sometimes I question the end result when I am the butt of the joke, but I never have regrets. Good or bad.
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