The Fight

A child needs boundaries in which to exist

Only within those boundaries can she be free

I fight.

I fight because I am comfortable

because I am afraid of what a change could mean

I kick and scream

refusing Your love

Your arms, secure around me as I fight to break lose the bonds that will bring me life

I squirm and struggle like a child used to getting her own way

and haven't I? I obey when I want to

when it is convenient

You are holding me back!

my sin gives me comfort

my sin makes me feel in control

but your arms around me as I scream are starting to show me

Restraining my flesh.

Your deepest expression of love

is to hold me back from that which is comfortable

I slowly start to understand

I am not a creature made to rule

I am not made to control

My sin has mastered me.

Deception.

I am not in control

I never was.

Dawning.

I realize I am still fighting your embrace

I am exhausted from my attempted escape

I'm hurting myself

My legs still kicking

my arms

still thrashing

Still your grip remains strong

You will not let go

Tired.

I can not fight

Your persistence

Your Love

Within your grasp

You are giving me the boundaries in which I can Live

Truly live.

I feel your arms still holding me

Strong

You are not holding to injure

my fight is what is causing me pain

My limbs finally rest within your grasp

I concede.

You have won me