Remembering Who the Battle Belongs To

I was going to add the blog posts in order of their previous publishing, but for some reason this one stopped as I scrolled through my older posts.  I reread it and realized that the question I asked of myself in 2013, shortly after my husband lost his hard fought battle with cancer, was one I need to ask myself again.  So, praying that God has invented this for someone other than myself (as well as myself), I’m sharing it today.

" and he said, “Listen, all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem and King Jehoshaphat: thus says the Lord to you, ‘Do not fear or be dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours but God’s.”  2 Chronicles 20:15

I hate it when things get complicated - when life seems to be nothing other than a huge snarl of tangled up events.

In my mind, I want things simple and straight forward.

What I am seeing is that I am responsible for complicating much of my own life.

An email for a dear     reader prompted me to start thinking about it all.

Yesterday's post on prayer and how it is not "just" what we can do - but the most important thing we can do is still hitting home for me.

We are called to a simple, straight-forward faith.

I can remember when my daughter died. I was so worried about the life style she had led.  I wondered if she had wandered too far.

Then, with my husband's cancers.  I worried much about the outcomes.

I worry about myself - my heart - my inability to be standing and mobile.  

In all of this, there is this small voice in my mind - one that can become quite loud at times.

I hear Christ asking me.

"Do you trust me?

If you do, the battle is not yours … but mine."

Did I trust Him with my daughter?

My husband?

Do I trust Him with myself?

If I truly do, then all becomes simple.

There is no need for those worries.  My wonderings can cease.

I can be content with what is - trusting Him to do the rest. He will fight for me.

It's not easy.

I can vouch for that.

Yesterday, when we received the new that our cat wasn't able to be saved, I fell apart.

I went into a long string of "what if's."

What if we had taken her in sooner?

What if we had kept her home so when she passed she was in loving arms?

What if …

What if …

What if …

I felt the complications set in.

My mind became muddled and my upset only increased.

My logical son stepped in.

"Why don't you trust it happened the way it should have?"

Hmm.

Why didn't I?

I was looking at something other than that simple faith.

"Do you trust me?"

Probably the most important question I can ask myself today.

And with the word "Yes,"

I can relax and revile in the simpleness of it all.

My beloved readers … do you trust Him?  With all that is happening in your life? Will you let Him fight the battles for you?

Can you bring yourself to the place of "yes"?

I pray you can 

and will.

Father God, Thank you that you have paved a simple path before us.  Challenging and difficult, but at the same time, simple because we have You to walk with us.  This is the childlike faith you call us to.  Help us to rest in it today.  Amen and amen.


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