For Such a Time as This

Why? What? How? All questions asked by one who in the same plea asks for me not to voice answers. Expectant of my reply; perplexed by my silence. Seeking acceptance and respect where none is due. My motivation constructive. Attempts made to crumble the foundation on which I stand. "It can't happen!", you say.

My God can do anything.

Meaning, spirit and will enslaved. Shallow forgiveness, counterfeit actions weighing heavy on my heart. I ask for time, peace, healing. The pain belittled, claiming my behavior is unworthy of our King.

My God sings a different song.

Humbled, I stand before you with the full armor of God held on with the belt of truth. Battle waged, not against flesh and blood. Lord, fill me with your Word as my sword. I will trust you. You are faithful. Take this jar of clay and mold me into your mighty warrior. Hold my tongue and let my ears taste the words.

I will fight for you.
Unconditional love...