The Monday after Easter

6209755662_62d571579c_zToday has been one of those days.

Satan has tried his hardest to own me and to make me feel that I am alone.

He does that.

Always after a day of great worship and rejoicing.

He’s there.

Hiding in the corners of my mind.

In the recesses of my heart.

The words.

The voices.

The looks.

They all say you’re not good enough.

You don’t belong here.

No one wants you.

I hear him.

I hear them.

But then,

out of the turmoil of my heart, HIS voice comes through.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

So tomorrow I will begin again.Cross-Messiah_595

I will get up and I will claim HIS peace.

And I know that as I walk the walk He chose for me, He will give me strength.

“So let’s not allow ourselves to get fatigued doing good. At the right time we will harvest a good crop if we don’t give up, or quit.” Galatians 6:9

That’s the story of the days after Easter.

The fields are white to harvest.

We who He has chosen begin anew o do the good work He has begun in us.

And, He is glorified.IMG_2325