It's interesting how a place and a face can so invade your space.
Rhyming is fun, once in a while.
Contending for a promise is hard when it seems impossible. But I've also discovered that when you can hold that promise with completely open hands, you can find freedom. I believe what the Lord has said to me. I believe him. I believe the dreams, the visions, the words, the prophecies, the scripture, the lessons, the books, the passages, the coincidences and all the other confirmations God sent my way to let me know that , "Yes, Melissa. I have spoken this." but also that, it wasn't constant confirmation to guarantee the promise, but to let me know that this would be hard. Near impossible. An absolute miracle.
Even he said it. Said it to my face that one day after we both just could not come up for air. "It will have to be a miracle if this works out." But he also knows. He was also told, and given words, and prophecies, and scriptures. But he is still scared and intentionally looking the other way.
BUT HERE IS THE FREEDOM.
Holding a promise with both hands is knowing, but giving, and letting, and being. I know what the Lord has said, and so I give it to him freely, with abandon. TRUSTING him. Trusting that I have to give back what was shown to me, because it was never and will never be mine. It will always be his. God let us have free will. He lets us choose. And that releases all control out of my hands. It is God and it is choice. And my part? I stand.
Until God moves my heart along and changes the subject, I stand. I do not move. I believe.
But I believe with a quietness, and a peace. A peace that requires nothing of me except faith.
I don't fast unless he asks. I don't pound my chest in war, unless he asks. I have done those things, but now I wait. I have surrendered. It has all died. Multiple times...over and over....cruel death after death....and now there is just life.
Me and Him. He and I. King and Princess. The way it was meant to be. There is only good for me. There is only blessing and abundance. So I rest...my hands holding a promise. Wide open.
Knowing that no matter what--- no matter what man may choose--- I have made my choice.
My king, my love, my best friend, my safe.
And I know that all is well. And no matter what outcome, I win. I win. And Love wins.
Love wins.
