Remaining Small

 

To be called....

I adore as you all know, movies of eternal rhythms in metaphor. I love the way
Aslan, gave them names in the end, to Lucy, Susan, Peter, and Edmond.

I was reminded of how, I can't wait to get to stand before my

"King Aslan", and be given my new name, after

this battle we war through, until then.

Though it doesn't say we'll have more than one name,

I hope that I live my life, with valiancy.....

and that when I am no longer here,

others would have seen me as one

with Valor....

Valiant

Help me Father, to know, that

even the smallest,
can find valor.

Valiant

Help me Father, to remember, without

you, I can do nothing,

but with you all things,

are possible.

Valiant

Help me Father, to listen for Your

voice. The voice of Your

mighty Spirit, speaking most

often, midst the movement

of war....and in the quiet of

stillness, the calm before

the storm.

Valiant

I may not be Lucy, the valiant
but Father, help me keep before

who's I am, that I am Yours...

and that you go with me
always,

everywhere.

Valiant

Help me Father, to weather the


winter,
when the frozen ways of

decision and indecision,

seem to linger, that

You and Your grace, go with us....

in all.

Valiant

Help me Father, to stay small

in the eyes of others,

and mostly in the eyes

of myself.....

that I may be great

in Your eyes,

alone.

Valiant

Help me Father, to press on with

steadfastness. To dance in the

lane of perseverance, and not

stay fallen.....
when I fall.
But that I might find Your

Valor.....

in all,
even though,

 

I remain small.