When I fall, I will rise, over, and over, and over again. For, there will be times when I fall, when I feel weak and unable. There will be days when the sun rises and I may be unsure if I can do the same. There will be situations that weigh upon me, that push me down and make me doubt. There will be, for there always has been: but, when I fall, I will always rise.
Throughout the past two weeks, I have found myself becoming ever-increasingly frustrated with the way humanity is handling the coronavirus. My frustration, for days, has been so intense there are times I have to excuse myself from conversations focused on the virus due to my concern of sounding angry towards whoever is obsessing about it. So, as sat down with the Lord this morning, I asked Him for one thing, “DIRECTION”. I thought He would give me some sort of clarity on what the next step is or how to go about handling this new era of panic and dread, but instead, the Lord showed me where my frustration stemmed from.
We, the body, the believers, the church, do not know who our God is.
Give me this mountain, Lord. I am ready to take it. I am not too young, too old, too feminine, too sensitive, too anything. I am exactly as I need to be to be used by you. I am, in this moment, on this day, ready to be sent into battle. A war is at hand, you need fighters. You need people like me, exactly as I am, to send to the front lines.
I thought I was wild and running free, yet I was actually controlled by my own emotions and constrained by the whims and ways of the world around me. I thought I was uninhibited and unharnessed until I was tamed by the Master, for only in His taming could He show me how restrained I really was. My mind was a victim to the happiness the world said I should or should not feel. My heart was broken by those who had no right to hold it. My emotions were a roller coaster, up one day then plummeting the next. What I thought was freedom was never really free at all.
We are meant to be wild to the world, untamed and untouched by its greedy fingers. We are meant to run free, with only the wind as our companion: no saddle, no stirrups, no whip. We are meant to find joy in the independence of our run, the solitude of our time with the Sun, stars, trees and breeze. There should be nothing in the world keeping us captive, tempting us to walk into submission to anything other than our Creator.
I do not fear what is ahead of me, no matter what it is, for I know who my God is. My God is the God of miracles, breakthroughs and overflow. My God heals the sick and cleanses the lepers. My God speaks to the wind and the waves and commands them to be still. My God pulls the mountains out of the earth and digs the oceans into the deep
God has landed. He has heard the cries of His people, felt the desperation in their voices and the tears streaming down their faces. He came in like a roaring lion seeking the enemy He can devour, He will devour. Though the pain lasted through the night and though the night was long, joy is coming with the rising of the Sun. A new wave is rising, a wave of blessings, goodness, promotion and breakthrough. The dam is breaking, the logjam being undone, for God is done. He is done with Satan taking what belongs to Him. He is done with the demons wreaking havoc in His people’s lives. He is done with the darkness spreading like a disease throughout the country. He is done.
We live in a world where good is bad and bad is good, darkness is perceived as light and light is shunned as darkness. We have placed God on a pedestal far from where we stand and tell the masses that the Lord is always in control, no matter if we are living a life after Him or not…We have lost our way, denied our God and accepted the lies told to us out of the mouths of those used by the enemy to entangle truth with untruth, leaving us confused and unsure of what way we should walk.