(participating in Lisa Jo’s Five Minute Friday Prompt…on Monday because my internet is extremely temperamental and, hey, this thing ain’t about the rules anyway. It’s about just writing.)
I’m a fighter.
I prefer words to silence.
Work to rest.
Action over stillness.
But in the past year I’ve begun to realize that’s not what the Lord has called me to. As a believer, I’m called to trust, believe, and be still. My God says He will answer, move, and fight.
In conflict, I have always been the one who wants to talk (read: “shout”) it out. But my multitude of words are not God’s way. He is slowly showing me a different way–to quietly love those I’m at odds with and obey Him when he repeats, “Be still, I will fight your battles.”
When faces with an insurmountable goal (like rocking motherhood or overcoming my compulsive tendencies) my modus operondi is to strive, both mentally and physically, to make it happen, to change myself. But He has whispered to me that my heart and ways are in His hands, and he will accomplish His will in my life.
All my life I’ve been a fighter, but I’m beginning to see a different way to win.
(P.S. if you notice something unexpected when you visit the blog this week, it’s simply because some friends more talented than myself are giving the blog a facelift. If you have suggestions for improvements–since we’re in that mode–feel free to email me!)