The Victory is Mine

I’ve been a believer from the time I was a child. My faith sustained me, as a child. My faith sustains me now. 

 

I can believe for you, for others, much easier and quicker than I believe for me. I KNOW when I pray, my prayers are powerful. For others. 

 

For our country, my prayers have been weak, kinda the ‘God help us, amen’ prayers. The words aren’t there. We don’t deserve mercy. Our politicians certainly don’t deserve mercy. And there it is — we don’t DESERVE grace OR mercy. These are not earned. True grace and mercy are freely given, am I right?

 

I lose hope when I listen to the world. (Daily lately, listening to the world.)

 

My word tonight, given by Texas: Tikvah. Hope. It comes from the Hebrew root kavah meaning to bind together. A woven cord?

 

“Look at me” my Lord is telling me, “keep your eyes on me. The battle is mine.”

 

I’ve no doubt tonight, I will dance in the midst of the fire, when the time comes. No doubt. 

 

The battle is His. The victory is ours. 

 

Dance with me. 

 

Rise up. 

 

Bind us together oh Lord.

 

Hope.