I give You my impossible dreams. There is nothing I can do to make them a reality? It seems fruitless and futile to dream, like there is no reason to keep trying, no good goal to attain, no higher level to aspire to, but I choose to continue to believe. If my cup is to drink mediocrity, my prayer is that You find glory in the fact that I will continue to praise You.
As it seems there is no point, I can't give up. I choose to believe you. That you have won the victory even while I am on the bottom of the pile. You said to stand. You don't expect me to fight. Is this why it seems futile? Because it is a battle that I can't win.
Ephesians 6:10 "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places."
To me this verse means a lot. Paul says to “put on” the armor, and in that I will be strong. I think of the strength of God and how putting on His strength, by relying on Him, is what covers my weakness. I can do nothing on my own; I can’t even stand in the truth. In the recognition of that is the beginning of receiving the strength I need to stand. But even in being empowered by the Lord to stand, it is not those around me who are the enemy. Even as it seems some would leave me here to flail against an unseen enemy. They don't lift a finger, waiting for me to quit.
I can't feel you here. But I trust you are. You said you would be...
