I closed my eyes tightly and stared into the blackness
I could feel the hot tears press against my shut skin
And I craved the protection of my Papa's hidding place
But there I sat, knees to cold concrete.
I felt exposed and like every flaw was being displayed.
The anxiety of the "what ifs" and unknows made me physically breathless
Listening to Joshua pray I heard the truth.
The battle's been won, we don't fight for victory.
The glory is secure, we aren't fighting to win God more glory.
The battle is a spiritual one waged for our minds, our loyalty, the truth about our identity.
He, the father of all lies, like a skilled basket weaver takes the reeds and weaves our half truths with half lies.
But the truth comes;
HE has disarmed the rulers and authorities that stood against me with their legal demands and he has put THEM to open shame.
He has renamed me from "no mercy", "not my people" (Hosea) "forsaken", and "desolate" (Isaiah 62) to "Married", and "My delight is in her" (Isaiah 62)
I was deserted and cast off, barren for a moment but now He has called me, He has with great compassion gathered me.
He, the Lord of Hosts, my Maker, my Husband, my Redeemer, has called me!
This is not dulisom, this is domination.
