"Enough is Enough (I am His!)"

     This poem was written back in 2013.  However, as I was cleaning my apartment, I came upon an envelope filled with notecards, and this poem, stating prayer requests I had five years ago.  Not all have been answered (yet), but it is amazing to see how much God has been working through my life, nonetheless.  This poem, for instance, was written in a time when I knew that my identity was supposed to be grounded in Christ, but all the other voices kept shouting at me.  Five years later, and there will be moments when I am tempted to believe the lies of the enemy, however, I am quicker to run to Jesus and remind myself of the truth.  Here is the poem, in case it needs to be shared, at some point.

References: Romans 8:11, 15-17, 28-31; Ephesians 1:3-11; Isaiah 62:3-5; 2 Timothy 2:21; 2 Corinthians 5:17-21

I am tired of standing in front of the mirror
Measuring perpendicular and finding faults in myself.
I am weary from running to my room with tears
Streaming down my cheeks; I keep the matter close.
My secret: "There is nothing about me I could boast."

I try and fail.  I try and fail.
It seems like I want to make everyone happy,
But...I don't make the cut.

This is where I am going wrong.
Every day I do something to be nagged.
Every day, my being has something to lack.
I want to please people-I won't lie.
I would rather not have enemies.

But it's taking its toll.
I race to the left to show off my "stars",
Yet knowing that at the right, I must impress again.

I am fed up with believing lies
Daily spoken in my ears.
If only I could just cup my hands
Over my thoughts.  Then maybe I could run
Away from the discouragement.  It needs to be done.

How long am I going to wade it out
Before I say enough is enough?
How long before I finally stand strong on my Rock?

I read His Word and it speaks life,
But soon enough the devil speaks
Death and I am so quick to believe.
What is wrong with this picture?
Don't I know who I am?

If I know that the enemy lies,
Why buy into his deception?
Promises have been proclaimed over me.

It is now time to own my heritage!

Today is the day I look into the mirror
And understand who I truly am.
The wolf has no more permission
To converse with me.  I am shutting the door.
The windows are boarded.  I say, "No more!"

Today, I put a stop to your blabbering
That has caused so much hurt and pain.
Though you've whispered that I'm worthless.
I had enough of you.

Enough is enough!

Enough of you trying to cheat me 
Out of my treasure.
God has already declared me a pleasure.
Enough of you holding me back;
I am letting God do what He wills.

For it was before the first day of time
Did my God see my face.
And even in the end, I will still be in His hands.

God does not let go.
Nor will He ever stop pursuing His beloved.
And devil:  I am His beloved!
He chased after me and captured
Me, no longer my heart will you batter.

Because I am a woman of worth.
I am a beauty who is purposed.
Your greatest curse is defeated by heaven's smallest blessing!

So, shut up, Satan!
I am tired of your filthy lies.
They will diminish as you die.
For you have been defeated - 
Christ has already won the war!

I will stand on the destiny God has declared.
I will be His desire, running after my Daddy's heart.
I hold in my hand His grace, mercy and favor.

I will let You, Jesus,
Take hold of the pain that resides in me
And heal it...help me to forgive it.
Jesus, I will let You take hold of my resentment
And teach me to forget my temperament.  

I am not willing to pass down these hurts
To future generations.  You bless and are a blessing.
I grasp onto Your truths so tightly...

And I will not let go.

Enough is enough.
I will remember what You have called me
And called me to be.  I will declare Your freedom
Over me...over others.

When the days roll in where I start believing
I am nothing,
And the tears start pouring, remind me that I am stunning
In Your eyes.
Speak Your life when death is all around.

For he is cunning, and has trapped me
Many times in my life.  I ask You, Lord
To whisper louder and cover me with Your wings.

I am not going to cower in a corner.
And though I have pitied myself,
A spark has been lit, a button pushed too often.

Anger is growing inside.
For how dare the enemy speak against me?
Doesn't he realize that I have been justified?
Who can stand against me?  Doesn't he know 
That he cannot stand against God as a foe?

Devil - do you not comprehend that as God's creation,
I am priceless?  Boy, you have undervalued
A masterpiece of heaven!  Your words that have caused so much hurt
Are ready to fail
And burn.
Because I am going to look in the reflection
And know who I truly am, who I belong to.
I am God's, and you have nothing on me.

I once was enslaved and broken,
But now my chains are cut and I am whole.
I was depressed, but I met the Comforter.
I was dead, but I met the Resurrector.
Lost in pain, but I met the Healer.

So, Satan - I am His!
Stop toying with me!
Stop screwing with me!
I know who I am;
My identity is founded on the cross.

Don't say another word.

I am the daughter to the Most High.
I am the branch to the Vine.
I am the forgiven with the Prodigal Father.
I am nothing; I admit it.
But Christ's blood redeemed me through grace,
And now I am so much more.

I am anointed - purposed and with a calling.
A minister to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus' love,
A royal priest and worship leader who praises the Creator
And gives Him glory.
A prophet to declare God's Word to His people.

I have been adopted,
Not because I chose God, but because He chose me.
I am a created "tour de force", beautiful.
Clay purposed as a vessel by the Potter.
Now a life with meaning.

I am not the Great I AM.
I will not dare claim that.
But I certainly belong to Him.

Do not touch me.

Or else...