“Put your back into it!”
“Foot Forward, be ready!”
Watching your footwork, blocking, parring and rolling along with slipping and 
countering are all moves studied by boxers.
Moves that help them discover their weaknesses and find their strengths.
Defensive moves to offensive.
Fascinating stuff to read that God is using to teach me too.
I woke this morning with something someone said to me once rolling around in my thoughts, “I need you to align your strengths with the Lord, too, not just your suffering”
I truly had no idea what this meant, read and reread it so many times, asking God to show me. 
He has and is.. 
Today He gave me this vision…
“My Guardian Angel, Angels actually, for I am surrounded of them. How they fight for me. I see them now, in battle, defensive with swift swords and eyes ablaze. They never falling back in fear or doubting the victory will be theirs. The stand tall and true, backs straight and shields ready. Fear does not control them, they know they have the advantage, the power from on high.
Thing is, I see myself as well, and it isn’t a pleasant picture. I am in the center of my defenders, cowering. Down on my knees, head hid as I peek out. I am not viewing my wall of defense as that, rather I shiver, looking for a break to happen. I expect them to fail, am sure that I will be breached.
“You are wrong!”, my Heavenly Warriors shout at me with a mere look.
I cock my head and ponder this, looking down upon me. I see this armor of God I am clad in. It has seemed so heavy that I was unaware of what this new weight was. Not the pain and abuse gone by, as I thought, but my new me clothed to fight. I simply haven’t been putting my back into it, I have been choosing to hide.
“Do it!” the clanging of their swords command.
Uttering a plea, to my Commander and Lord Jesus Christ, for strength, I rise, slowly yet steadily to my full height. I am taller than I can fathom, the mighty coursing of my blood sounds in my ears with each sure and steady beat of my heart. It was I, my fear, that was the breach. Victory is what is happening around me. How I long to taste it as well, put an end to fear and doubt, being used and discarded.
My Lord nods at me as He motions to the fray.
A smile plays around the corners of my mouth as I nod back.
I am ready, I have strengths that are more than my weaknesses and an army to fill the gaps as needed. This battle was fought and won. upon Calvary, the blood shed for me then ensures my path onward, upward and forward.
There is no going back unless I choose so.
I don’t, not anymore. 
I kneel, one last time, here amid my Angels. I kneel in surrender and humbleness before my Lord. I bend knee to He who is worthy and gratitude. I kneel with strength and assuredness as He helps me rise and says, “Go forth, Tammy Anne of God, you are mine, freed to win.”
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