Huddled beneath the covers wishing the morning away, I recognized His sweet whisper, “I am for you, not against you. You are my child. You have not been forsaken.” I squeezed my eyes and scrunched up my face because, although I believed what the Lord was speaking to me, my reality felt very different.
I felt alone in many ways.
I definitely felt overwhelmed. Heavy-laden. Crumpling beneath life’s burdens.
But again, He said, “I am for you, not against you.”
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I sat up, rubbed my face, and looked toward heaven. “Lord, will You please speak to me through Your Word this morning? I mean … specifically speak to me and give me strength for this journey You’ve laid out before me?”
My spirit filled with anticipation.
A few minutes later I curled up on my favorite spot by the window overlooking the grapevine. Blue joined me on the couch and I stroked his head — tension oozing from my body, my mind, and my spirit. I sipped my coffee, caressing its warmth in my hands, closed my eyes and thought of Jesus.
“Speak to me, Lord. Please speak to me through Your Word.”
Setting my coffee down, I lifted my Bible from the side table and promptly allowed it to flop open. I suppose we’re all guilty of that shortcut or … maybe we should call it passive-aggressive pouting. But, thank goodness, our God is longsuffering and meets us where we are, hears our cries for help, and gives us exactly what we need.
The pages of my beloved, worn Bible fell open to Nehemiah 4 which has a subtitle, “The Wall Defended Against Enemies”.
“[The enemies of God’s people] heard that the walls of Jerusalem were being restored and the gaps [the broken places] were beginning to be closed; then they became very angry, and all of them conspired together to come and attack Jerusalem and create confusion.
Nevertheless we made our prayer to our God, and because of them we set a watch against them day and night.” ~ Nehemiah 4:7-9
Nevertheless God’s people countered the enemy’s attack with prayer and by setting guard against his tactics around the clock.
Isn’t this exactly what we are instructed to do when the battles become relentless? The last thing the enemy wants is for us to rebuild our walls, restore the broken places, and repair our altars to an awesome, holy God!
When Satan sees that progress is being made and we survived the fire without being burned, and we passed through deep waters without drowning, we can be sure of the enemy’s attack.
He will come in to work anxiety, fear, doubts, and confusion into our hearts and minds.
Our God is not a god of confusion, but a God of peace. He is our mighty God. Our Refuge. Our Victor. He is the Restorer of our broken places.
He is our Strength and our Song.
And as we remain faithful, listening for His instructions, determining to walk according to His will even when it requires sacrifice — especially when it requires sacrifice — He is honored and His grace will be upon us.
His abiding presence will carry us through to the other side of any difficulty Satan throws our way.
Because He is for us, not against us … just as He promised.
I closed my Bible and lifted my hands in praise — praise to the One who is faithful.
Praise to the One who loves us with an everlasting love.
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Sweet blessings to you,