I am no victim, I live with a vision
I’m covered by the force of love
Covered in my Saviour’s blood
I am no orphan, I’m not a poor man
The kingdom’s now become my own
And with the King I’ve found a home
Kristene DiMarco, I Am No Victim
Beautiful words. Words that convict. Words that heal. Words that shine light when the darkness is all that you can see. In the dark, it is easy to feel like a victim. In the dark, it is easy to feel that you have no purpose, no reason to push back against the blackness. Truth becomes twisted and lies become believable. How do we reveal the truth? Where does the healing come from?
It is the One who is truth who is able to heal. You see we have a choice. When our lives are spinning out of control, we can choose to be a victim, or we can walk in victory. We can let the dark encompass our lives, or we can press toward the Light. Walking in victory doesn’t mean that all is right with the world; it means that we rest in the knowledge that God’s got this and nothing that is happening is a surprise to Him. It means His light seeps through the dark to bring hope.
I have allowed my recent circumstances to skew my sense of security. I have become a victim, an orphan, one without purpose. My eyes have been focused on the storm, rather than on the One who can calm the storm with a word. I don’t understand why I am in the middle of the mess right now. It is hard to feel calm in the chaos. I don’t know why God will sometimes calm the storm and will sometimes calm the child in the storm. What I do know is that He is God and I am not.
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. Mark 4:39 NIV
What will I do? Will I continue to live as a victim? Will I allow the dark to penetrate my heart and impair my vision? Am I an orphan who must beg for a scrap from the table? No! I am not a victim. I am not an orphan. I am a beloved daughter.
I cannot see the future. I don’t know if God will calm this storm, or if He will simply hold me while I endure it. The darkness is real and the blackness can be all consuming, but God’s light shines brighter than any darkness I have ever faced. He is real. He is alive. He’s got this.