You are in a war. I am in a war. We are in a war, whether you know it, or not. Either you have picked a side and are fighting or hiding; or you are merely a pawn. This is a spiritual war, but it is violent and bloody nonetheless. I know this because I walk among the wounded. I AM the wounded. You may be hurt too. You may know heartbreak and sadness so great, it’s unexplainable. My heart has been broken before…by young, old and in-between. I have known pain so bright, so deep that I thought surely this kills a human. But I don’t die. I wake up every morning and I know there must be a reason I’m still here. I have children of course that have to be raised. And by God’s grace I will do that, and do it well while loving them totally every second of every minute.
But what amazes me, is that not only do I wake up, but I wake up with hope in my heart. A hope that I wish sometimes would die because it would be easier then to just quit. But something stops me. It won’t allow me to quit. There is this raw nagging hope deep in my soul. And when I’m not angry with it, I’m so eternally grateful for it. I know that hope is God supplied. I know he gives me that hope to keep me, keeping-on. He has a perfect plan for me. And there must be some reason he has brought me through the storms of life to be exactly in this place and time. Not on top of the mountain, but not at the base either. Somewhere in-between where he can keep pushing me up, and sometimes holding me back. All for His perfect accomplishment. And I will be the better for it.
Pick up your sword and fight. This is a war. You and I are in it. Like it or not, we are in it until the end is concluded. And, here comes that hope…I know how the story ends.
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