The past few months have quite literally been the toughest for me personally thus far in my journey on this earth.
I have been a coward. I have been disobedient. I have tried to do things on my own. I have failed to listen. I have argued with God. I have whined (a lot) to God. I have had resentment over some things. I have wished things weren't this way. I have not spent time with God. I have not focused on Him. I have run at times. I have hidden at times. I have been weak. I have wanted to crawl in a hole. I have not made Him proud.
But my Hero has spoken to me (and I actually listened!). He told me that he has not moved. He will uphold me and my family with his mighty right hand. He has shared with me that he is proving me genuine. In a sense, I am getting a skin graft. The old needed to come off and it has been very painful. The new is being put on and it is not without its pain as well. But in the end, it will be worth it. It will be new and living and useful. Not like the old that was dead and dingy and not as useful as it should be. He has told me to stand. So I will.
In the name of my Hero,