“I see a man looking for Courage” He says as He looks at me
His eyes, they pierce right through me, and yet; yet they are not intrusive. It’s as if He sees me, the true me. The one that wants to break free. The me that wants to rise above the chaos, and remain standing above the mess.
I wish I could to tell you that I know Him. I don’t. It’s impossible. And yet, yet He knows me. He calls me friend. And He looks upon me with such love that I am immovable.
When He spoke those words, I began to shake, not from fear but of revelation. Revelation of the one it was who was speaking to me. And what I heard was not condemnation or even disdain; nor did I hear mockery. No, I heard assertion. As if when He spoke that, He was really saying “I see the courage you have and that which you strive for, you are far from alone!”
That is why I cried, that is why I froze. Because when He spoke, I saw what He sees. I was transformed and was undone. The mess dissipated, and the clouds dispersed. I saw a man standing tall. I saw a man adorned with the courage needed for the task at hand. I saw myself.
And I am battle ready!