I would rather the enemy rage against me than rest beside me. I would rather feel the fire of his resistance than the warmth of his indifference. For if he is unbothered by my life, then my faith must be quiet, my fire must be dim, and my purpose must have lost its edge.
A life without struggle, without opposition, without hardship, would mean I have made peace with complacency. It would mean I have softened my convictions, silenced my testimony, and walked in step with a world that is not my home.
But I was not created for ease—I was created for impact. I was not called to comfort—I was called to carry a cross. The path of righteousness was never promised to be smooth, but it was promised to be worth it. And so, if the battle rages, I will not cower. If the enemy fights, I will not break. If trials press in on every side, I will stand my ground, knowing that resistance is the evidence of movement, that suffering is often the mark of a life that is changing the atmosphere of eternity.
Let the devil tremble when I wake. Let my prayers shake his foundation. For I would rather be bloodied in battle for the Kingdom than be lulled into a false peace with the enemy of my soul. I would rather fight and know I am living for something eternal than coast through life, comfortable but powerless.
So let him come against me, if he must. Because I will not shrink back. I will not live a watered-down life just to make the enemy comfortable. If I must endure the fire, let it refine me. If I must walk through the storm, let it strengthen me. If I must face the darkness, let it only make my light shine brighter.
For I was not made to blend in. I was made to stand, to rise, to press forward. I was made to bear the name of Christ boldly, to fight the good fight, and to leave behind a legacy of faith that hell itself could not silence.
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