Whispers

Strength for the Warfare

Hey You…

My mighty man of valor

My winner, my over comer

I’m sitting here observing your mannerisms, listening attentively thinking

I see you on the other side of this struggle/transition/war

Victorious, you’re coming through this

Getting beyond it

I see you stronger, better

You’re looking great, strapping, vibrant, resilient, and full of vitality

Darling…

I see the press, the effort you’re exerting

I know the fight is intense

You have what and who it takes to beat this

You are God’s man, the man, my man

Warrior and King

Possessing all power, seizing the land

Taking back and gaining new territory

Obtaining rewards and favor

Honey…

Take courage my dearest, preferred one, my promise of better

Continue to engage in battle, you’re destined to win

I’m already anticipating ways to celebrate this victory

There will be time to recuperate, to breathe,

To catch your footing; allow your wounds to heal

Sweetheart…

God’s given me the salve to apply every where it hurts

The gift of healing and restoration is in my touch

Come in, unto me rest your head and share your essence

Let’s celebrate your accomplishments

Explore places we’ve always dreamed of going

Big B…

I’m here for you

I see you whole, always as an over comer, accomplishing

I’m not shook, doubting your futures successes

So feel, be replenished in the comfort of my love, our love

I count it a continual honor to be your private, special place

As you enter and exit the battle, contest for all you’re called to

Know that God’s given you a haven

Look forward to this as you brawl with all your might

You will finish and then return to my arms embrace

My, My (Mines)…

I’m always awaiting your triumphs

Praying your strength, covering you

Know I got your back; I’m standing against every attack

That is trying to attach itself to your purpose, to detour your destiny

Desiring to rob you of confidence in the vision, mission,

Gifts and talents God’s given you

Attempting to deplete your strength, destroy your hope, and alter your course

Beloved…

Yes this is hard, the pressure is seemingly unbearable

It’s the weapon formed trying to take you out

But it CAN”T, it WON’T

God’s with and for you (us), He’s already won the war

The particulars of the warfare is processing, developing

You are being enhanced through pain

You’re growing through your times in His hands

Baby you are called to and for greatness,

Man of God, my man know that I love you

Receive strength for the warfare

~AntTBri

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