The enemy has been attacking me lately, saddening me with memories and confusing me with my honest, godly intentions. And as I sink in this confusion, this blurring of focus, the effect ripples. My focus hones in on my own needs and my sight and slides off those who desperately need my prayers.
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I knew this was happening over the last week or so, but it took me a while to see the ultimate truth: this is indeed the enemy, although I give very little airtime to him, and he is able to sneak through my many defenses to get not only to me, but to all those I cover with faith. It’s a terrific deal for him if he can get to the source.
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But then I realized that the Holy Spirit in me is indeed stronger than the enemy that is out there in the world. And he didn’t wander into me. He didn’t stumble into my soul and blink, looking around owlishly, saying, “How did I get here?” I am intentional. I am his purpose. He has purposes for me. I am not here to founder, to worry and despair and finally sink. I am here to comfort, guide, and protect. He has done mighty things in me, made himself recognizable to others so that they actually seek my prayers, instinctively knowing that I will do so effectively, with faith bearing up on the hard-won lessons of my life to hold the truth out in my hand.
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As Jehosaphat said, this army is too strong for me, but my eyes are on the Lord. He will fight this battle for me and give this victory, this important day, into my hands. The Lord will deliver me to my purpose.
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