Fighting through the low moments

Life swings like a clock pendulum. Left to right, side to side, it may seem predictable but then again, as soon as you get used to one position, it quickly shifts to the next. And just as the swinging clock goes back and forth, there are those moments that you find yourself slipping in and out of happiness.

You were sure your head will be lifted high because you purposed in your heart that you would not have any more down days but then those days appear out of nowhere...

The ebbs and flows of life causes you to cry out for help. You find it hard to pick yourself up and move on. People see you smiling, talking, and going through the usual motion but you are hurting inside and behind closed doors when no-one is looking you are a shell of yourself, you become a lump balled up on the cold tile floor, screaming for relief. When does my pain get an expiration date? When will this process be over?

I cried enough tears, I reminisced enough, and had conversations with myself about what I could have done better...but I really want to know when the end is near...When, when, when!!!

Then the Spirit reminded me to Look Up!

Looking to God, the author and finisher of our faith.

He is the one that would meet you right where you are in your lowly state. He is there watching and waiting, during those moments where the memories come flooding in and the enemy is brassy enough to conjure up instant replay of images of your past and remind you of it.

Don't allow the enemy to keep you in your low place.

A dear friend told me that we often have to trick our minds into our own happiness. We must train our minds to fight against going into those dark places, and purpose in our hearts and minds to be joyful and to be free from Satan's plans of destruction. It takes work but it is worth it to counteract those dark days and low moments in life that come to steal our joy and imprison us in our mind, body and spirit.

The scripture below is one I read to remind me that God is with me in my low moments, he is the lifter up of mine head

But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.- Psalms 3: 3-5

What a promise to know that God is a Shield, he provides protection from harm, he is my glory, he is the one that shines his light on me and lifts up my head.

No-one is more secured, filled with hope, peace and confidence than the one who finds a shelter and refuge in God.

I almost slipped into a low moment but remembered that God is a refuge for me...I found my way to Him!

Unveiled to be Transformed

-Keisha

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