A Pat On Her Back

A war zone has developed in her head. Many questions emerging as a result of what happened today. Of what meant to be a good intent soared into a series of nasty outcomes. In this age, she realises a new route is required to deliver rations for the training warrior. New challenges and obstacles. It's not new to the human mind that the world has kinda gone flop-sided. The former doing the latter and the latter doing the former. She jokes with the King regarding position descriptions. The swap of roles, but yet the inner desire of something else innately built still flashes. The problem where one yearns with an inner craving to be in the light surfaces... yet a reluctance still stands. A true friend and honest companion is no longer popular. Instead, one who showers kisses seems to win favour over a true friend who inflicts wounds. Yet she understands an increasing need to contextualise with pleasant words like a honeycomb, to bring healing to the bones and sweetness to the soul.

A work in progress for all it seems. All her good intent this evening seem to come plummeting down upon her, like a worker lifting the boulder for the pedestrians to pass safely. Yet instead of personally returning to safety, the boulder fell upon her. Imagine lifting the boulder meant you saved one dying person, yet injure five other, and no one died... would you point the pistol at the worker for the one pedestrian saved, and five injured and acclaim the mistake hers? Yes, the public would say she could have done better, but at that moment in time, that was the best she could do.

It's tempting to just walk away from everything and choose to not care anymore. But she can't. Tomorrow is going to be a better day with the Lord. She will learn to rejoice, and be strong, because there is a greater purpose. The circle seems to get smaller each day. It might be another lesson of Gethsemane to learn. Level up?

Well, this outlet receives her ranting. As for her emotions now, and how things are going? She learns to be thankful to what God has done in her life.

So the words from brother David, "I'm okay, by the Grace of God", resounds in her mind.

Yes, by the Grace of God, I'm able to pick up and carry on labouring for His harvest.