'Tis Blessing, I Speak {2}

Victory.

It is yours.

That you would see it and know it,
that you would choose it, claim it,
breathe it and be it.
~~
Yesterday when I arrived and no one else was there but you,
prowling in the garden,
I just walked up to you, slow and sure,
until you met me with a smile.
Easy as could be.

That was a victory.
~~
[Speaking of victory,
I haven't wanted to write here
of what I'm about to say, but
let's make today a victorious day...]

More than a year has passed
since the day that God led me to get on my knees
to pray for the lives of our children.

I didn't want to do that.
It was like a carrot, dangling in my face.

But when I did, He showed me: Victory.
A pearl of beautiful faith,
the place He wanted me to go,
gotten to.

Since that day, He has shown me time and time again,
how invested He is in them.
But on any given day since that day
I am more or less victorious;
Is this a cruel joke?
Or is it my territory?
To embrace.

This morning I sat down and I said I was willing
to sit securely in the place of His sweet calling;
Wife to you, mother to our children.
This morning I asked Him for victory here, for me,
because on my own I cannot find rest.

But I speak it too, for you.
Victory in this place, believing what He has for you.
~~
On that same day, on my knees,
I saw Jesus, standing among His people.
We were celebrating, His flag of victory raised.

You came riding into our midst
on a brown and gentle horse.
You slid off into the crowd,
delivered.

His Victory.
Today I speak His Victory over you.

May the Lord bless and keep you, 
may he make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you, 
and turn his face toward you, and give you his peace.