Feeling a little like Nancy kerrigan. Most of you remember the incident. It was the whack heard around the world when figure skater Nancy Kerrigan was attacked while training as assailants struck her in the knee with a metal baton, leaving her injured and unable to compete against Tonya Harding.
This week I feel like someone has been knocking me down at every step. Every stumble and piece of bad news I get, I realize I’m on the floor again. Fortunately that’s the perfect place to be. When I find myself on my knees again, i remember I’m in the perfect position to pray. So pray I do.
My prayers are becoming more bold, and more assertive. I am finally at the place now where I know what God expects from me, I just have to get there. One foot in front of the other, is the only position I have. I can’t see past this dense fog, but I am following the beacons that lead me onward.
The devil tries hard. I’ve been knocked down, dragged and slandered. Words are only words. I am at the place of forgiveness and hope for a future that is mine. Some folks just don’t get it, and I guess its not up to me to tell them. It’s time to move on, and let go and only God can provide those abilities. So I pray God will be with those who judge, and who don’t understand, who choose to backlash without the truth. God wants us to look forward instead of in the rearview mirror. I can’t explain what I know. I can’t explain what God knows. And quite honestly I refuse to make excuses or feel guilty about the shando that God did in me.