Fear Not!

    Change will not come if we wait for some other person or, if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. This need not to be misconstrued with the solution. We in and of ourselves are not the solutions because if we were? We would have different fruit around us. Better outcomes with spoils of the better choices we've made. Choices, that is what we have control over. We can choose to seek out healthy solutions. We can choose to cease nurturing unhealthy relationships. We can choose to believe the love of CHRIST is real. 

     We can choose to love ourselves in action and, in deed. I oftentimes stop in mid moment and ask myself, "Why am I doing this? Why did I do that? Where did the unction come from?" Like Paul I use my free will to do what I hate to do. Today, as I chose to not agree with fear I realized that I had to make a choice. In the midst of me calling in the calvary for this internal battle taking place I have been reevaluating the board like chess pieces. Taking inventory of rations, reassessing, choosing points of reentry. Admittedly, I am dramatic and theatrical. At the same time this is the fight of my life. The fight to save my life. I get to be selfish. 

     I get to choose me. After much deliberating, calculating, and hard truths the fear is learned, self imposed, and propped up with thin stilts. ( I am single without children to care for.). These titles might pose as factors for other to consider as they walk into this new realm of choices. As for me and my house. The shades have been drawn. The door has been locked. The battlefield of the mind is fully engaged. I have been prepared for this victory since before my time. My greatness is beyond myself. As we disengage the battle between me, myself, and I. The calvary is that of divine chariots. My LORD and King will equip me to walk out the victory with the plans HE already had in place. Greater is HE that is in me than, the trauma, bad experiences, lies, and false beliefs in my mind.

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