So about this pervasive and death-defying weakness I've got...
This morning the accusation was, "You are weak". It was a statement of assault against the delusion of my own fortitude. Not that there was a particular occasion or failure that brought this to mind, but Satan is crafty and his minions impish, niggling about this flaw and that (as if our own hearts don't condemn us enough already)...
But the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword....
...The sword of the Spirit, that is the Word of God, is greater than any craftiness of the enemy...for by it..by HIM were all things made. Ultimate. Creator.
So, I shot back with this truth-grenade brought to mind and put on my lips by the Spirit -- for Jesus Himself said, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness."
...and so hope takes over...
Here I get to admit, yep guilty as charged: I am indeed weak. BUT, the story (or better yet the confession) doesn't end there.
Hope rising....
The Arm, the Horn of Salvation, the steel-Himself-toward-Jerusalem-and-the-cross Jesus who washes me with His own blood, that awesome and powerful and holy God...Yes, He who makes dead things live again, brings them from death into new life...Yes, this very same God is MY strength. It doesn't matter that I am weak. HE is strong.
(He is my portion and the strength of my heart forever and ever, Amen).
1 comments:
early morning battles already won by God. Its interesting descriptions you used for the battle, i think you might like to listen to the last sermon series we did at NRHC it seems to tie in well. All things are Possible because of God not us.
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