The Resistance!

When the pushing, becomes a constant tugging; the heart feeling the resistance, that’s so compelling. When the question becomes the thought; just let it go, or fight the resistance. It’s a battle, the warfare not the natural. This I know, why the fight must be; until the day becomes, a breakthrough. Resilience is fortified, in the refusal to accept; the love will never be. Complaisant with the status quo, will forever be my resistance. Comply, not I, oh my; heart will put up a resistance. To never let hope, be led astray. So many hearts are lost, but for those who have been found. Don’t ever surrender the faith, that a resistant will; won’t turn around, work out in your favor. Doors open, but not if the resistance is to knock, down the barrier that block the love. The willingness, to not accept defeat. Means the fight becomes yet another day, to be the overcomer. When love hurts, I too have to resist the desire. To not let retaliation be, the unlikely suspect. Even though, every rose has thorns. There’s still much beauty, within the smallest love given. There’s always a new season, where even the toughest resistance; yields a cherished bloom!

Yes, how can a heart not be affected, by the resistance? How can a soul, not feel weary; when the battles are fierce? But, resisting the urge to give up; will compel the victory. 20/20, so many had a vision; believing this year was to be; a heart seeing with new clarity. Only for it to be the soul, needing to be enlightened. How much resistance, became hearts in need of a perspective change. The awakening, to the reality; do we clearly see God in the midst, or a moment to simply further the resistance… to His will. It’s so hard to change a mind, when the heart is still resisting being changed. Within the brokenness, love still is. What needs to be the resistance, believing love is not what needs to be the embrace. It doesn’t matter, how much resistance. Futile will forever be the notion, that love is not the foundation; that strengthened faith in every tomorrow. Choosing to love, in spite of; will always be a choice. Even though there’s resistance, may the love forever be… knowing deeply loved!

WCR