>> Thursday, February 16, 2012
The place smack dab in the middle of a rock and a hard place.
Life here is unkind and unwavering in its hardness.
Hardness at every turn.
The place where life seems to cease...
But it is here that He has me.
This is where the fire is.
This is where refinement happens.
This is the place where all hope seems lost
and breathing isn't easy.
The death rattle rises in my chest.
Death is imminent.
This is the way it has to be.
This flesh is going down...
but my spirit will rise (in Him).
I often feel like Jacob wrestling the Almighty.
I, too, walk with a (spiritual) limp.
This is where healing comes.