Yes I fall, I fail, I flounder lying upon the sand feeling inadequate to circumstance.  But, I get up, sometimes waiting for the strength to rise from my knees.  There against the spiteful wind I stand in the knowledge of God, expecting resistance but tasting the eventual and imminent victory of God’s Promise.

How do you explain my continued resolve.  You who warned me against believing in something made up by man, something that controls sheep, an opiate?  How do explain my sobriety, my willingness to give and my continued ability to survive on a field rife with fiery arrows?  My wounds evident, my scars not so much but still reflected in the light of God’s love pouring forth from my eyes.  Bloodied, beaten, forgotten, unloved, you beg me to lie down and quit, but I have other ideas.  My investment is in Christ, I have placed all that I have in his hands, seeking return following this life.  Your glory Lord, I will benefit in the long-haul.

Why do you avoid battle in my quadrant, you thought me frail, easily sidestepped or beaten?  Am I foe worthy of your concern?  Absolutely not, I will not pump you up with false bravado to which are not worthy.  My strength is the Lord’s, my patience built of faith, faith in his righteous willingness to destroy you to protect me.  You have been beaten by love, his Love and that astounds your sensibilities.  Something as low as me could survive every assault simply because he loves me.  There is power in understanding the authority of one’s Father.  Mine owns everything, made everything, knows everything and has power and authority beyond comprehension.  Where does that leave you?

I may be on my belly, but I soon will be on my elbows, knees and feet, standing in the midst of darts with my shield locked against my Brother, firm footed in the knowledge of the inevitability of our victory through Christ.