A Savior

Pushing

Pressing

I’m feeling squeezed

Like juice from a lemon

Demanding

Insistent

I’m feeling imposed upon

Like being shoved in a box

Threatened

Demoted

I’m feeling replaced

Like an old shoe who’s lost its partner

Pulled

Stretched

I’m feeling torn

Like bread dough being kneaded

A season of growth comes in the midst of the squeezing, imposing, replacing and tearing. The sooner I can get out of my own way, admit my pride and go low, the sooner my heart will receive the truth there is to be learned here. I can make this as hard or as easy as I want. Does it make my circumstances move quicker? Not necessarily, but it does give me opportunity to respond in a more positive way. It’s at least better than sitting in a gloomy pity party. So onto embracing the squeeze, the imposition, the replacing, and the tearing, because that’s where I admit I can’t do it on my own and I need a better way. I need strength I don’t have and a grace that’s beyond my own power. I need a savior.