I feel like I have been in a battle for the past two weeks.
Those fiery darts have been flying and seek to destroy all peace in every situation.
I am trying to stand but just when I see God's goodness carry me through one event, the Thief sneaks in and whispers lies that drown me in a sea of insecurity and unrest.
I am gasping for the breathe of God that will blow peace and joy.
I am grasping for the hand of my Father so I can walk in safety.
But gasping and grasping are not resting words.
And the Lord calls me to rest,
something I have forgotten about the past few weeks.
When my armor is on I can rest, knowing I am protected from the attacks of the enemy.
When it is not on I fight with my own strength,
hence, the weariness.
Joy erodes with weariness.
Peace is unreachable when battles rage against an unprotected child of God.
But Truth always prevails.
And the Truth above gives me the quiet confidence to hold my Father's hand through the insecurity, the fear, and the internal unrest.
I am thankful for the hand of blessing that reaches down and whispers louder than the Enemy,
"You are Mine." Is. 43:1
I am thankful that even though the Enemy might push and shove me around My Father fights on my side because I am the apple of His eye.
Just before Zechariah 2:8 the Lord says He "will be a wall of fire all around her, and I will be the glory in her midst."
May the Lord's protective flames surround you in your own battles today.
May you find the strength to lift up empty hands to you Father and be thankful that you are the apple of His eye.
And may you find rest in that Truth!