I can clearly recall how persistent i was. To the extent that i lose all my energy just to fight every battle i encounter along the way. It was exhausting. But i said, “I’d rather win than regret.” I was way too fascinated by the idea of winning, perhaps — my heart’s trust on its own ascended. That’s when i began failing – when i fought without Him.
The path was dark and dimmed better for i battled empty-handed. Imagine how frustrated i was. However, i met God in my effeteness. It was such a sweet moment. I was so afraid of failing, but today, as the morning came, it was gone. The fear was gone.
What did He promise through it? Victory.
Wow, i can hear Him say, “Child, come and win with me.”
grace 