Fighting giants: Keep throwing hands.

Numbers 13:30-33: 30And Caleb stilled the people before Moses, and said, Let us go up at once, and possess it; for we are well able to overcome it.

31But the men that went up with him said, We be not able to go up against the people; for they are stronger than we.

32And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature.

33And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants: and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.

God and I were throwing hands this morning:

God: Write.

Me: I’m tired.

God: I know. Write.

Me: I don’t feel like being about being about it. Not, today.

God: I know. Write.

Me: I have to work today. I am a bit miffed You did NOT come through with my sabbatical.

God: I know. Write.

Me: I don’t FEEL like fighting no stupid giants, today. Maybe, tomorrow.

God: I know. You may not have a tomorrow. Write.

Me: Hmm…can’t argue with that one…

God: Write.

Me: I will.

*Cassandra began throwing hands. She fought with all within her. She threw as many haymakers as she could to beat back the darkness. She scratched, at the eyes of deception. She clawed, at the voice of lies. She karate-chopped, through division. She strangled, the throat of hatred. She gave her all. All of her. Every drop. Until, tired, she looked upon her efforts and saw no apparent movement. Finally, she arose, climbed into The Father’s Lap and apologized for not being able to get rid of all the giants in the Promised Land. God whispered these words to her:

Beloved,

I have already taken care of those giants which would harm you. These giants, those left, you are well able to conquer. The mere fact you tried, it was ALL which I required. You won, beloved. The MOMENT you said yes. The INSTANT you tried, taking your fear with you, you won. Be encouraged.

Your Proud Abba,

Me(aka God)

The Father, gave Cassandra one last hug, gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, and sent her back to being about being about it.*

Beloveds, keep throwing them hands. You CAN. You WILL. Why, you already have!

You got this.

I got you.

God and Life has us all.

I love you.

love your oyster cracker,

Cassandra

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