The beautiful truth I feel as though I am learning daily is that while everything around me appears to be rubble and ruin, and all of it is so very unfamiliar, the Lord is proving His good and faithful character to me. He is all that remains in the rubble and the ruin, He is my familiar thing.
For this is what it means to storm the gates of Hell. To be an enemy that disrupts the carrying on and breaks free of our own prison, to then turn around and lay down our own lives fighting for the souls of others.
The Lord has continued to convict me using the song I heard and cried to at that concert. He continually reminds me that if I only praise once the trial has ended, the trial has been wasted. If I do not praise, I will never see the hard black vault open above my head and grace a few stars.
My challenge for us today is this: do not succumb to blindness in a world which is predominately overtaken with it. Be the person who sits down with Scripture, who sits down with Jesus, and allow it to awaken your wonder anew. Allow it to shape you into a person who simply will not fit the mold of society, and who dares break the mold with their heroic courage in continuing the greatest Story ever told. Â
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