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Killing the Dragon
Despair.
When I begin to lose my sight of God, and my peripheral vision of physical things becomes more my focus than Him, I begin to despair.
When I find it harder to pray, and my anxieties and fears grow bigger than before, I am bound to despair.
When I discover my thoughts are not ordered by the LORD, and my living seems to bear no recollection of the dying He accomplished for me, I fall further into despair.
When I begin to cry in earnest for a change, and no response seems to come; when I realize myself separated from communication with my Father because of the distance I have leapt away, I am lost in despair!
Despair. Unending, relentless. A dark, lonely place.
Despair.
What business do I have here?
“I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee.”
As I turn to face a new direction, and take the first few steps toward the haven I had left, I see an end to despair.
And as my steps progress to running, and my fear and loneliness begin to lose pace with my new-found excitement, I find I can laugh at despair.
And as I see my Father waiting, and my speed increases even more, despair abandons the race.
And when I reach the arms of my Father, and I sob with both tears of joy and the shame of the prodigal; and when I know that all is forgiven, and my standing is regained, then I remember peace!
Peace. Unending, relentless. A wonderful, lovely place.
Peace.
When I begin to lose my sight of God, and my peripheral vision of physical things becomes more my focus than Him, I begin to despair.
When I find it harder to pray, and my anxieties and fears grow bigger than before, I am bound to despair.
When I discover my thoughts are not ordered by the LORD, and my living seems to bear no recollection of the dying He accomplished for me, I fall further into despair.
When I begin to cry in earnest for a change, and no response seems to come; when I realize myself separated from communication with my Father because of the distance I have leapt away, I am lost in despair!
Despair. Unending, relentless. A dark, lonely place.
Despair.
What business do I have here?
“I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee.”
As I turn to face a new direction, and take the first few steps toward the haven I had left, I see an end to despair.
And as my steps progress to running, and my fear and loneliness begin to lose pace with my new-found excitement, I find I can laugh at despair.
And as I see my Father waiting, and my speed increases even more, despair abandons the race.
And when I reach the arms of my Father, and I sob with both tears of joy and the shame of the prodigal; and when I know that all is forgiven, and my standing is regained, then I remember peace!
Peace. Unending, relentless. A wonderful, lovely place.
Peace.
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