Cry fall and break. Lie still and shatter but keep going. Wallow in the mud so you don't drown. Never stop swimming you don't need fins not wings you just need to keep moving. missteps do not dismiss your steps. Get it together and wipe your tears. Then go again.
You Decide You decide where the tide flows what goes and what's really for show. You decide that you are not here to scratch and scrape just to be someone's slave except God's. You decide faith or fear one must be killed with the spear of defiance and a lot of reliance on the One who is the I Am. You decide your voice and the choice to do what's right not what is good. You decide life is worth death to the theft of your joy and the you they can never conceive.
Courage Courage comes from faith and faith discourages fear. Courage is not losing heart even when the storm is on your doorsteps fighting to get in. Courage is making the mountain before you as small as a grain of sand nothing less would suffice to let the Sun shine in your life. Courage is knowing your will never lack because God will keep you on track. Courage is making that lonely walk because you made a certain talk. That will make all the difference.
I Found God Today I found God today and guess what? He had never gone away. I had just lost my way. Distracted by deception feted by the thief of joy false promises its only decoy. But today I stopped listened and heard God say - "keep going I am right here. Keep striving for by your tears and my grace you must win this race".
Do Not Waver Those things within you reach; do not waver on them. To waver is a lack of faith teach; yourself to stand your ground. Do not waver because you will falter and all you ask God's gifts will slip through your fingers. Be resolute never leave you to wander in the dark. Let your way be lit by a truth only faith can shine Do not waver in this your time Instead choose your weapon draw your victory line.
Often times when “bad” things happen to us we question why. We feel and act like victims and may even curse the day we were born. It is not easy to navigate this life when your intentions do not bear the kind of fruits you had in mind. Too often people, like me and you, become disillusioned with the twist and turns that punctuate our lives. DIsturbances as we see them, that happen maybe when we least expect them or produce our greatest fears. There is a tendency to be angry in these situations, to feel trapped and oppressed.
So, it is hard to think that there is anything good to see in these situations much less to see them as a blessing. I have learned that hard times produce the opportunity for us to not only mature but to flourish. When we get too comfortable where we are, we may feel reluctant to “rock the boat”, and accept where we are, who we are and how we have come to be perceived as our lot in life. But here comes those lessons that say, “no this is not your final destination, you have to be stretched a little more, melted down to the liquid fire and beaten into a new shape”. We are there resistant, resentful and hopeless, waiting for it to end. By it I mean this season of hard lessons, the experience of the hard-knock life. However, it can be that our greatest strength can come from these surely hard lessons. We are forced to work from our survival and with it and toughness develops, when we choose to stick around, that can take us through another hard knock. With each of those knocks out toughness becomes more improved until we can better appreciate the hits and even welcome them because they really allow us to live life fearlessly, or with a little less fear even.
For all the things we can gain, awards and wealth, it is those difficult times, sometimes the hardest in our lives that are the real treasures on earth. It is never easy to reconcile the painful experiences that we have blessings as we have become too focused on blessings that lead to matchless prosperity. How about we shout amens for those lessons, hard lessons that lead to our blessings, true blessings not limited by a limited and our very human understanding.
While Your Heart Breaks While your heart breaks I must take this shovel and keep digging. While that tear drops I must sit atop my mound of clay chip away at the decay of immorality left by those who blunder in the name of crusades. While you are happy that your world is not so unhappy I will carve my joy from dirt. While you pray for us to find our way we will dig a path way trench. While you feel blessed to come from the west I dig my feet on the mountain side to find my peace when I face that test. While you feel priviledged know that I will still survive.