The last several years have been marked by battles and breakthroughs--some of the most significant and most difficult thus far in my life.
So much of what we battle--and how we battle--will never be known by anyone else. It's internal and known only by ourselves and by God.
I continue to dive deeper, to try to strike my roots further down, to conserve and refocus energy, to wait when there seems little reason left to keep waiting, to fall back and regroup. Hope, it seems, is meted out in war-time portions, but then some unforseen breakthrough occurs and I think that the entire war might be nearly won. And just as in physical war, there is more than one front.
This morning I am thinking that I will lead with what may appear to be folly--I will lead with vulnerability. I will lead with vulnerability, but my plan is to surround the enemy.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
--Edwin Markham
"Outwitted" (1915)
Is it not the divine strategy, somehow, for every battle?
What does it look like today?
