All of my Martial Arts Training was no defense for the anonymous attackers that hid behind their virtual bravado.
The enemy went from confronting you face to face, to stabbing you in the back, to being a bully on the Web. But the web of deceit was not to mean my defeat!
The blows admittedly dropped me to my knees. No shame, because on my knees is exactly where Jesus met me!
I needed the training in this new type of warfare and my boot camp gave me just that! The mental aspects of having a strong mind and body afforded me the wherewithal to call on King Jesus. But, I had to meet Him in a state of Humility. He only allowed me to fall for the same reason He allowed Lazarus to die. To prove that He could make ANYTHING rise again!
He picked me up like a Daddy is supposed to, but not before He told me, "I Got You Son!"
The devil is a LIE!
Look up! Wings spread from feather tip to feather tip! That's me!
"Watch Me Rise Again!"
Jesus Christ. Love. Smile. Always!
Corey A. Ford
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