He can’t win.
Morning Sunshines! Woke up realizing that today is the 2 year anniversary of my kidney cancer surgery. All still good on that front! I go back in January for scans. Anyway, I thought I’d share what I wrote back then in hopes it helps someone now! Love to you all!
MORNING THOUGHTS ☕️: At some point, the enemy always overplays his hand. He’s done that for me now. It’s like this situation has legitimately tipped the scales...but in MY favor.
I’ve had my fair share of health issues, doctors, hospitals, etc...and when that has been a big part of your history, it can wear ON you and especially on your mind. When the physical body is in a battle, the mind can be sure to follow.
In the past, I’ve had to FIGHT for peace in the midst of the battle. This time, there’s been NO FIGHT. Just peace. The bubble. The full-blown awareness that there’s NOTHING the enemy can throw at me physically anymore to try to win.
I am not my body.
I mean, I am, it’s part of me, but my SPIRIT is strong and so is my awareness that anything thrown at my physical body doesn’t change that. All of a sudden, I understand how people who, in my estimation, have gone through or still are going through things way more difficult than I am, have total peace. Their scale has tipped, too. We realize that ALL of it is stuff of this earth...not of heaven.
And so, the enemy can NEVER WIN. I mean, duh, he’s already lost...but you get it. He cannot win. Even if my physically body was fully destroyed...he cannot win. And...when I have this bubble in the midst...all these things simply get to point more and more and more to God.
The end.
xox.eb