I am strong and Titan, she said. She looked in the mirror and there was Strength. A girl with no loyalty, only power.
I can do anything. Here is what I can do for You, God. Let’s go!
Then God showed her a bit of Himself…twice. She cried out:
All. All for and to You! Draw me nearer, You are the wind in my chest, the breathe behind my sails.
He stretched out His Heavenly hand and touched her. She believed she was ready to go, sold out for His glory. He knew it wasn’t time yet. She was not broken enough. He weakened her, let her be torn apart-limb from limb, dream from dream. Physically, emotionally, socially, financially: all fell away like sand in an hour-glass. He wanted her to let Him take over in order that she become 100% His servant-slave. But doubts crept into her heart; she looked in the mirror and the demons told her:
Weak. Undesirable. You’ll never be happy, worthless girl.
She believed them for a moment and the pain rolled over her like a cement truck until her Saviour renewed the Divine hope within her soul:
Don’t give up, Beloved. There is so much more to come.
He whispered to her heart:
This too shall pass. Press on. I am a God of miracles.
Life. Real, extraordinary life is around the corner!