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My Reputation

The royal party was quickly squelched with the appearance of the writing on the wall. The King was white with fear and panic until the Queen Mother reminded him of one who could certainly help. She told him not to worry because there is this man in his kingdom who has the spirit of the Most High in him. He is able to share understanding and enlightenment, as well as being most knowledgeable in solving impossible problems, even interpreting dreams, plus he possesses the greatest wisdom. He has done this all before, years ago when King Nebuchadnezzar was so perplexed. Now "go get Daniel," she says. The King responds and reminds Daniel that he has heard personally of his gift of wisdom. He places full confidence in him as the one who is able. His reputation precedes him . . .

My reputation precedes me as I start out today. The choices that I've made, the way I have lived, the words I use to answer all are aspects of my reputation. My reputation always goes before me. It accompanies me in my various roles as a wife, a mom, a sister, a friend, and as a health professional. You can't forget about it or quickly change it. You can't hide behind it, you have to live it, for it to truly be genuine and real. Time establishes and honors it. And sometimes it becomes the only reason why you're called upon . . . because your reputation precedes you. . .

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