I will not question the Potter's will for me, though I do pray continually for the grace to accept and deal with the design He has chosen for me, proclaiming that more Light shines through a broken vessel than one that has never been crushed and from which no great Light can come forth.
Because the weapons of my warfare are not carnal, I can only pray for the wisdom to use what He has given me more sufficiently than I have thus far, the boldness to use what He has already given me, and the humility to do so in love and with a heart that is quick to forgive.
I have witnessed and been subjected to the great spiritual battle that is consistently formed against the Body of Christ. By this, I am assured that I maintain my personal role in the training up of the queen that is to be enthroned with her husband, the Christ, and given the authority to judge both angels and principalities.
For this revelation knowledge, I am thankful, despite the brokenness that this path entails. I will trust in His sovereign will for me. I will set aside my own needs to pray for my brothers and sisters, despite the preconceived opinions they may form against me, knowing that they too are subjected (in whatever form the Potter has chosen for each of them as individuals) to the same battle I must endure.
Ours is a fight to the finish! And the finish is sure to be greater than eye has seen or ear heard. I can only begin to imagine.
Through all things, whether they be wildernesses, mountains, valleys, seas, or precious and most beautiful walks in the gardens, I WILL continue to proclaim the Potter's majesty for although...
[8] We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
[9] Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
[10] Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
[11] For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
[12] So then death worketh in us, but life in you.
Dear Treava,
This very day I am buffeted and tossed by fierce, harsh storms. I am shocked by how ferocious they have become. The words He has written through you have reminded me that His hand is sure, no matter how I feel. I submit. I rest. I rejoice.
In His strong love, Kay
