With studying for my exams (one more paper to go), preparing for SOCA showcase, having my family around (not that that's a problem, just that I try to spend some time with them and feel bad when i know I can't), and walking around everywhere with an injured leg.
My leg has been injured for the past month. Add another two weeks prior to that if you want to include the period that it felt weird before I really damaged it.
I would be lying if I said that I can still be full of cheer and be carefree, without complaining and crying out to God desperately. I admit I have been. I just did this morning.
Daddy God told me He wants me to persevere. I want to persevere for Him. But I really feel the tide pulling over. My fast has been relatively successful, considering how difficult it is. Yet I can feel the worry of "what if this injury was something more? Like what if it never heals?"; all these negative thoughts coming to my head.
Every time I'm in church or at a planetUNI meeting, I get into the praise easily. I don't care that my leg hurts and i jump and dance for my Daddy God.
DANG IT! ENEMY GET OUT OF MY LEG. GET OUT OF MY LEG. GET OUT OF MY LEG. I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH IT HURTS. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STOP ME FROM DANCING AND WORSHIPPING MY LORD.
I have a feeling that my healing will finally come after the showcase. This is really a time of mastering my storm.
Daddy God told me this morning to not let my physical body tie me down my spirit. I am free. I am free.
I felt better after hearing that from Him.
Maybe it's just me being impatient; but I asked Him then, "Daddy God, I've been praying, I've been fasting, I've been defying what man says and continuing my dance despite my injury, I've been declaring healing; I've been searching for your touch on my leg; I've been calling on your strength - What More Do I Have To Do?"