Overcomer



 I shall not fear the arrow by day nor the terror by night.. my God sets an encampment around me… these words from a song are playing on repeat in my home right now. Life has pushed me to my knees. All of it is too much. On my knees I cry out to the Lord and begin to fight back the way I know how- praise. I’m not afraid- all is well- over and over again. Praise is where I find my victory and strength. All is absolutely not well- but the God who governs angels, orders encampments around me. Who shall I fear?  I sit back and rest in His peace and presence. It’s then I see something RJ had left out for me to find before he left for camp. I see the words heart of gold in a paper mate that had been given to me as a gift from one of RJ’s schools as a gift of appreciation for all I had done at their school. Then comes the gentle whisper- that is who you are- remember? My daughter. The girl who overcame great adversity who chose forgiveness over bitterness. Who allowed yourself to love and not hate. Rise up. I am your Jehovah Jireh- I am enough. He is. My God is more than enough. Everything swirling around me is out of my control. I am doing the best I physically can. I need to let go- once again- and let Jesus rise up and make a way when there seems to be no way. God is good 

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