In the close distance I see the storm building
An uneasiness churns
sliding its icy fingers around the edges of my heart
and the first drops of rain
begin to fall
Chills of discontent,
wisps of loneliness,
whispered lies of hopelessness
claps of thunder
I must hide
Alarms go off within me
My bossy self, hisses her practiced warning,
“Stop! Be strong! Settle down!”
“Stop! Be Strong! Settle down1”
…I know the drill
I’ve been here before
The visiting darkness is not a friend
I know I must gear up
I know I must fight for peace
I know I must “not settle for less than His best”
And yet I drop,
shrink into a shell of me,
try to not be seen.
Honestly, I’m not sure I can rise this time.
…I am so so tired.
But then I feel Him next to me.
Lifting my chin
His gentle voice whispering away the night,
“Don’t look away, Punkin’
Keep looking into my eyes.
I’ve got you.
And somewhere, somehow, some way, a truth is dropped into my soul:
This fight isn’t mine.
I don’t need any gloves.
I don’t need to muster any strength.
I don’t need to shout trash talk to an enemy already defeated.
I need only to whisper His name, and listen to the steady gaze of Love whispering back to my heart,
“This battle is not yours, Sweetheart,
this battle is mine…”
So, Dear sweet, scared Miss Bossy Self,
The truth is I am not being asked to “settle down”
I am being asked to settle in,
settle into His arms
nestle near His heart
nuzzle close and k n o w:
He is God
and He is good.
(And pssst: He. Has. Already. Won!)
“You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord who. is. with. you.”