Week One

This week I started working out. Eight months ago I was told by the Lord that I should start running. I was not running like I was told, but am now doing my best to get into shape and to run as well as I can. The first few days were really tough; but as time goes on, I start to feel much better. I was envisioning all of my hopes and dreams when I was at my breaking point. The breaking point I speak of is the place when your body is tired and doesn’t want to go on any more. When I hit this, which at first was right off the bat, I started thinking about the wonderful husband that I will one day meet and the lovely children that I will one day have. With them in mind, all I could do was run because I knew that I needed to be healthier for them.

I found it interesting that this was a great depiction of a physical manifestation of what happens in the spirit. I know that battle is not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and things of the spirit. Running for me was a physical picture of a battle. I was tired, worn out, and out of breath. I thought that if only I could quit for the day, then I could pick it up later. Through this whole thought process, I knew that if I were to quit, then I would never start up again. This is a life changing act and I can’t quit. As I pushed through this curtain of pain and seemingly death of the flesh, I knew that I could continue and change my life.

Fighting weight and looks is not the only thing. I was at a party last night and all I could think about was how I didn't fit in to the general mold and shape of how a young lady should look or act. As I was feeling completely rejected, I realized that this was another battle that was not of this world. This was a battle that I was allowing to happen in me, which all started with the thought that I was a reject. Along with the thought that I didn’t fit in, I thought once again that there would be no husband for me. For any man that I would love to marry, I knew he would be much better suited for some other amazing young lady.

This is a strategic move against me. For I know who and whose I am in Christ. I know that my Bridegroom has already been handpicked and chosen for me. This rejection battle is just that, a battle. It is not a struggle against people or even the words that they say. This is a struggle against the principalities. So I put on my full armor of the Lord and stand strong against this war that is raging.

I need to know the King of Kings. I need to know Him more than anyone else. I need to love Him more than anyone or anything else. My desire needs to be for Him alone. I don’t know how to achieve this, but I know that He is worth everything that this world has to offer and more.

I do not want to be tired and complacent any more. I choose to be actively seeking out my own faith and relationship with the King of Kings. As this occurs, I will jot down some more issues that I come up against.