I am convinced there is a challenge. It is on my behalf. It is from two opposing worlds. It isn’t for my life; no, the enemy has given up on that. My life is spoken, fought and paid for. This challenge isn’t so obvious…it is for my joy. I lose my joy when I begin to question the devotion that already exists within my heart. I become anxious, which grows and expands until my joy has fallen off the edge. I slow down, and weariness sets in. I am consumed with the feeling that I’m never going to get there – like there is this line I just can’t seem to cross. Remember when we would play tag ... Read the Post