It’s a quiet moment, in an otherwise full day, here in my little life.
I find quiet moments mostly sweet and yummy,
full of delicious nanoseconds of bliss.
No loud bodily noises, no rude remarks, no needs being unmet.
Often, in these moments, time slows and I savor.
Sometimes though, these little moments
can be dangerous and damaging…
my thoughts run wild
and my mind looses itself in the
I read blogs,
I see status updates
I find myself feeling
In the mess of feeling small,
He brings me this…
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world.
On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.
We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God,
and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
2 Corinthians 10:4-5
and I remember.
take captive every thought
I am small, insignificant, unworthy.
I am His
fighting with His armor.
The quiet moment
when I surrender the thought
and choose Truth instead.