Tonight I lost a ring. It signified choices and values and covenant and worth. It’s loss feels like a low blow in the battle raging in my life. I feel like I’m being goaded into accepting a defeat, that I don’t want, but am being pushed towards.
I am not beaten. It’s only a ring. It was just a symbol.
It wasn’t the reality.
We are more than conquerors because of Christ.
God is enough.
p.s. I hope you are not offended but this post is me putting two fingers up to the enemy . sometimes it just has to be done.