You’ve fallen.

Get up!

You’re hurt and broken.

Get up!

You’re afraid.  You’re trapped!  There’s no way out, no hope.

Get up!

The voice of your past, the guilt that you carry, the sinister voice of satan would all tell you to stay down, to never try again.

Get up!

I don’t mean the callous, clichéd words of “get over it, buck up, suck it up.”  I know you’re hurt.  I know you’re overwhelmed by a life that never seems to turn out right, by struggles that constantly remind you how frail and useless you are.

But I also know there is a God in heaven.  I know that He loves you.  I know that He believes in you.

I also know that people are counting on you.  I know there are battles yet to fight.  I know that your heart, yielded to Jesus Christ, is the thing satan fears more than any other earthly thing.  He fears it more than angels, more than religion, more than world peace.

So get up!  Put on your armor!  Lift the sword of the Spirit!  Pray!

Oh my soul, love again!