For the longest time I thought that I had lost my fight. Then I began to realize that I hadn't lost it, I just stopped fighting. I felt as though I was a wounded warrior who had forgotten why I was even created. But even a wounded warrior has a choice to fight through their pain, and will most likely come out all the stronger.
Just yesterday, God reminded me that all the years that I had believed that I lost my strength, that it has been apart of me the whole time. I just wasn't using it.
I'm seeing again. I'm believing again. I'm breathing again. I actually felt happy today!
I am thankful to have God working things for my good all around me, even when I didn't notice and was ungrateful, and selfish. He NEVER stopped believing in me. He always saw my beauty in the midst of my darkness.
There is an excitement in my heart for the things to come. I can't say that I know for sure what they all are, but I know they are coming. I am hopeful.
This warrior is no longer wounded. This warrior is healed and alive! I fight now because I know that I can't lose! God is forever with me and forever sees me.
I welcome 2012 with a war cry of JOY!!
