I worry as I
see others battles coming toward them in a sure to be head on collision. I jump
immediately in-between in an effort to protect them from colliding, so as to
save them from the trauma, brokenness and pain that comes in the aftermath of
such a head on collision. Do I save them?

I go on trying to conquer the world often
overwhelmed and weighed down from the pressure, all the while not understanding
why Jesus delays in renewing my strength. Often this brings the storm clouds of
doubt into my mind. Where have I gone wrong? What did I miss? Am I even going
the right way?

The chaos in my wake proves my heart’s true
intent was twisted around. What I tried so hard to hold together lays now
shattered in pieces upon the ground.

My battered spirit gives way to hopelessness
once the initial shock let’s loose my mind. Now I’m left broken and bewildered. My bruised
soul demands rest and healing time.

Only then, in the quiet rest, did I hear His Spirit.

A still small voice now getting through says, “come
daughter, rest in My presence. You were not meant to conquer the world, for the
world was already conquered when I sent my Son to die for you.

John 3:16 for God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, shall not
parish, but have ever lasting life.