Brought to a place of complete and utter brokenness, I cling fervently to the one thing that I know, without a shadow of doubt, is able to win this battle. When these belligerent combatants attempt to drag me down and tell me who and what I am, I have a weapon that is alive, active, and sharper than any double-edged sword. Yes, I am able to enter the throne room of grace with confidence. I have a great High Priest who has been tempted in every way, just as I am, yet was without sin.
My God in heaven did not give me a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of love, power, and self-discipline (2 Timothy 1.7). Therefore, I press on, fervently, and daily choose to fight the good fight. Everyday I wake up fully assured of the fact that I am a new creation in Christ. My past is behind me. With boldness and courage I will be victorious over each attack of the evil one. That is really all there is to it. So, just watch out because I am for serious. The Spirit that lives in me is alive and well. He is ready to burst forth and consume every ounce of my being. And for that, I have no apologies.
Timidity is no longer part of my vocabulary.

