Hope.

The battle.

Is not with the enemies all around.

The enemies without.

People never changing,
only calcifying into hardened images of their sin.
Losing all the softness, the tenderness.
Plating over, scales upon scales.
Going blind as their eyelids stiffen.
Hating, unforgiving.

The battle.

Is within.


As i struggle to not lose faith, hope and joy.
As i struggle to remember that God sees.
God knows.
God loves.

To keep pulling my own scales off as they grow.
To keep loving.
To keep believing.
Not in people.  They are as flawed and failing as i.
But in the Father.
Who sees.

And knows.

And loves.

And does not change

But is making all things new.