You will not leave us alone.

I have been blessed today.

You will not leave me alone.
You keep pestering me, poking at those parts of me that I pretend are fine.
You will not leave me.

You will not let me remain where I am.
You keep pushing me, a soft nudge here and there.
You will not let me remain.

You will fight for me.
You ask me to take up my weapons, muster my strength, and stand at your side.
You will fight.

At times I find myself overjoyed at your goodness to me. How is it that I am yours? How is it that you care so deeply for my growth that you will not let me stay. You give me time. You give me space. And then, in your goodness, your prod me on. Pushing me to take the next courageous step into growth.

You do it with grace.

You do it with love.

You do it with joy and kindness.

You do not fight against me, wanting to see me struggle and fail.

You will fight for me. I need only be still. - Ex. 14:14

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