Lord help them.  Let them see Your shining Glory, whether written in the stars, on faces of children, mountains high, waters deep or a simple Autumn day.  This leaves too much to chance, this life, lived for my own satisfaction.  My inadequacies are your strength, but there are so many Father, it is hard for me to see where I may be used for such Holy purposes.  Yet here I stand, wrapped in courage, faith and knowledge that You shall win this war and if I do nothing but stand my ground, my victory’s assured.  Their slander hurts, though it should have lost all sting, just like the death which the enemy promises to bring.  Did you say that I would stop caring what they say or just that I would be set apart sanctified for Your Kingdom?  I often have to stop and turn my eyes skyward, reminding myself that Your return will be just as Your passing.  Oh that wonderful day, when this world sees Your Glorious arrival and we, the redeemed, sit behind You, waiting to take the day.

So much less than a mustard seed of faith, as I command mountains, ignoring they refuse.  I will stand and fight Father, with Your Shield, breastplate, belt, shoes, helmet and Blessed Word, knowing it is not my breath that they fear but the Word of Almighty God.  If You could grant my one desire, to know that they arrived Home, because I chose to obediently look them in the eye and proclaim the Gospel, unashamed and true, Like You.  There is so little in this life I may call my own, but even the small Joy I carry as proof of citizenship on High makes me the wealthiest of many and the strongest of few.  For I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.  I love Your life Lord, not my own, may that day of our meeting come soon, but not so soon that I fail to see my loved one come to the cross in answer to my prayers.  Lord Jesus, thank you.