Go!

Retreat.

Agape retreat. Keeping it real. Almost too real that even the blind eye will open, see the reality, and then want to be blind again not because it sees ugly, but because it sees a long and difficult road ahead. I'm awake, but I'm not ready. I have little strength, but that's the requirement. So I begin.

Forget one time resolutions that last for a minute. Confirmation this, confirmation that. Unlike before, I'm on a timetable. I'm on the fast track and won't go back. I'm talking about power and anointing. It doesn't matter how silly I sound anymore. I'm not going to stunt the growth just so that I don't trample on your pride, and that includes my brothers and sisters. "Give me the enemy in my hands. Make them a footstool for your feet."

I can't wait around for you to come around and start living out your calling. It's too urgent. Even still, that doesn't mean I'll stop saying "hurry up!"

I'll straighten out these thoughts soon.