sometimes i forget how strong i am.
sometimes i forget to use the weapons i've been given.
it's almost as if they are so secret i don't even know they exist.
at least that's what he'd like me to believe.
there is so much brokenness in the world. sometimes i'm right in the middle of the "broken-est" seasons of my own life. sometimes i'm walking through brokenness with others. sometimes the brokenness is with those i love whom are too far away to reach with a hug. if i stare at the circumstance for too long, it can become overwhelming. and i don't know what to do. but He does. every time.
a moment was all Father needed today. to remind me who i am. where i've been. what i've learned. and how strong i am. i won't spend time wallowing in self-pity for taking my eyes off of Him or getting distracted by the voice of the accuser. instead, i will stand up, brush myself off, and stare deeply into the eyes of my Lover. He knows me better than anyone. He smiles and points me toward my weapons...the ones i've been given. we pick them up and start to work right away. first with me, then with others. wielding love...brandishing prayer...dispensing joy. i haven't slept well the last three nights, but it doesn't matter. sleep or no sleep, i am filled with the strength, love, and delight of the Father...the giver of all good gifts...and i am ready for this.
