It was then that I knew it was real. I knew that this was not a game…not some fly by night shenanigans that would soon pass. It was my life. I was living a story that had never been told. Four states and 10 hours away came freedom and slavery. Not slavery in the sense that I was in utter bondage picking cotton, but slavery in the sense that I had taken on a yoke that was easy and a burden that was light.
This burden is heavy. It leaves me wondering, “God, did you really call me to this? I just can’t seem to get it right. What am I missing? Can you help me, please?..” I contend with you in this prayer and I fight for my sanity and understanding and the wisdom of a King that knows it all. I die to the knowledge I once knew and I live to the fact that discipline only comes from the one who loves me. Finding myself here is where I needed to be all along. “Lord, help me to be ready for what’s coming..” I want to pass with flying colors and I want to please you in the process. It has been a journey to remember. I’m tired of the repetitiveness that will drive one to drink….and I’m not talking about Kool-Aid. This is what I have learned and it doesn’t make a bit of sense. It’s making me patient. It’s building up my endurance.
Authentic. Genuine. Detoxing. Purifying. Disconnecting. Freedom. Dominion. Rulership. Reign. Authority. Boldness. Courage. Crown.
“Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.” -James 1:12 ESV