My son's name means victorious, and this is no accident.
I started out 2010 with a New Year's resolution to be victorious. We know that we will ultimately be victorious when we are on the Lord's side, but sometimes we fail on a daily basis. I want to have victory in my life over the things that attack me. I want victory over insecurity, victory over pride, and victory over anger and bitterness. I want victory for my son, victory in my marriage, victory over Satan's evil attacks against all the relationships in my life. He wants to separate us from Christ AND each other, but I'm on to him! I will hold onto Jesus and cling to His peace and trust in His name for my victory.
This is not always easy. Let me rephrase that. It is NEVER easy. I know that He wants me to live a victorious life in Him, but I have to choose that victory. I have to fight for that victory. We are warriors, after all. I hope it gets easier as time passes, but at this point in my life it is a daily, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute scene of hand-to-hand combat. The sweat pours off me and my blade is hot from hitting my foes so frequently. I have to keep my focus Heavenward in order to be victorious.