battling the storm from a place of Victory

In every wind battered storm, You hold me close in the center.

My Anchor never lets me go, no matter how the gale swirls, the lightning flashes, and and the storm increases in its intensity.

What the world sees as old fashioned, I know as beyond time.

What the enemy believes will defeat us, You use to defeat him instead.

When the storm rages within, You let lose a stream of peace as Your Presence which washes over me.

You speak truth to displace and replace the lies which hold me down, trying to smother the life out of me.

You infuse me with Your mercy, grace and love until I can barely stand from the weight of Your care towards me.

You prepare me for battle during the storm’s lulls, equipping me with Your protective gear while covering me under the safety of Your wings.

But then You show me in a flash of glory how You are the actual one battling for me. 

When I keep my eyes on You, and pray for You to move when faced with the storms, my Anchor becomes my Victory.

#claimingHispromises #myAnchor #pmponders #whispersofrest #day3

Published by Karla Lees

sharing Hope on the hard days for the hurting, the broken and the lonely.

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