It's Like I don't prize or take your word, your truth, my source of life, identity and calling; It's like I don't take that seriously. What a tragedy! What a foolish, faithless therefore sin filled iniquity and lack of action; not doing what you commanded: to be strong and fight fear. I have not been a warrior but a coward! A faithless coward full of contempt, disregard and disrespect of your words, your seeds, your truth about me, HOLY and SACRED.
My calling, your plan for me, who you say I am is a HOLY, SACRED thing, not to be taken lightly! Oh HOW in regret I am. I am soo sorry! Look what I've allowed to happen to me, meant to be a most beautiful display of adornment for your name and your truth. I have allowed it to be desecrated, muffled, muzzled and finger printed up by myself and pecked at by Crows; those who come to tear me down and doubt my dreams.
Lord! YOU lead my everything. Help me to FIGHT off the Crows who come to devour my seeds, the gifts and dreams you've placed deep in me. Those Crows who come to dishearten and steal my time, my thoughts, to steal me, keeping me from taking care, tending to, protecting, nourishing, rooting and establishing my purpose and the plans you have for me.
Teach me to fight them off. I know THIS is YOUR COMMAND; that I pick up my execution stake and follow you. That I guard my heart; that I arm myself with your armor and knowledge; that I use the sword of the spirit and your Word_the truth, to cut between Bone and Marrow. This cut between bone and marrow is dividing truth from the lies, the real deal from the imitating counterfeit, your reality vs. mine.
That is MY job, and you will train and equip me and come to my rescue, but you want ME to fight; to be your warrior for your kingdom. I was born a fighter, our whole generation was! But, we've been fighting the wrong things.
I need to know the difference between the crows I should fight, and the discipline of the sun and storm that will make me strong and grow.
I need my acceptance of Sabotage to be stripped from me! I must give up that control! Stop turning down the easy road. It's familiar; full of disappointments along the way I know that I can tolerate. No! I must fight for what I know you've told me I can do and trust in you. Make me an excellent fighter! Teach me to stab the source, perfect my aim so I'm not swinging at the winds. Those strong winds that will make my trunk and bark thicker and stronger. Teach me to punch it square in the nose.
Yes, I may miss a few times at first, and my seeds get stolen, but I know you will rain and spread more seed; bringing the sower through your word of sacred truth_ not to be taken lightly, but to cling to and protect. Then, you will allow me the practice time and time again so I can become excellent at this, and knock em' out with percision; to the point that it's effortless. And I will be your warrior princess, bringing you attention and reverence, displaying your power through what you've done and do in and through me. . . . . So bring it!
I am a "bring it" because I KNOW "you got it."
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