Our love is challenged daily with fear and doubt. But it’s the wisdom to fight it that saves us over and over again.
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she’s a warrior
It takes wisdom to respect the message she heard. But it takes grit to project it.
It was one of those mornings when her heart and her head were wide open. And in that moment she could receive, and not just watch. She could hold on to the weapon that she saw and not let it slip through the fingers of her mind.
And make no mistake, this was a weapon. He called it “casting down.” Two small words.
But she could feel how it could lift her up. She just had to learn how to do it on the everyday. Regardless, she left the building with a scripture and a halo. Feeling peaceful and empowered she felt ready for the week. She felt smart and creative. She felt strong.
she knew that word was for strength and courage
So she held onto it. Repeated it to herself for the rest of the day. Felt like she owned it. This “casting down*” weapon became her confession. And it made her feel like a warrior.
I’m taking every thought captive that sets itself against the true knowledge of God in my life. No more confusion. No more wasted time. No more doubt. I’m casting down the lies, baby.”
But for every bit of power she gained for strength and courage — emotionally or spiritually — there was always a devil moment that came to challenge it. So, Sunday was beautiful, but Monday was a beast.
Between the traffic, the job and the family, she was emotionally drained by lunch. And ready to back everything and everyone off her with a few choice words.
You try to be better and they try you. You give more and they take you for granted. What the hell am I doing out here,” she said.
and with that her mind begin to spiral
The Sunday word that made her feel strong and courageous had drained out hours ago. And she was one step from believing that she just wasn’t good enough for anything because,
…if I was my life be different by now. I’m so tired,” she mumbled to herself, “this can’t stay like this. God, what am I doing.”
She slipped into a prayer and stumbled over an answer. For strength and courage to grow she had to exercise that word. She had to actually use that word on the daily.
And just like she accidentally prayed, she randomly remembered a poem from years ago:
when the pain is high
and the wound
is deep that is
so, she reached in her bag and pulled out
…that “casting down” weapon, and began to check every doubt and every fear with that word. She spoke it:
My fears are not bigger than God. I cast them down. My family drama is not bigger than God. I cast it down. My job is not bigger than God. I cast down every thought that doesn’t match who you are and what you say about me, God, and my situation.”
Her faith flexed.
And she remembered for strength and courage to hold onto her, she had to choose to hold on to that word, over and over again. And for the rest of the day, that’s the way she fought. She held on and her faith got fat because of it. Watch the my faith is fat short poetry video.
*2 Cor 10:5