Whose battle is it?

The Lord will fight for you. You just keep still.”
Exodus 14:14
http://bible.com/37/EXO14.14

I am reminded this morning that sometimes (probably most of the time) the battle is not ours to fight. Sure, there are times when something needs to be said in truth tempered with love. There are times when we need to take action to correct a situation. But there are also times when we’ve already said all there is to say. There are times when we worry or stress about things that are beyond our control. Discerning which is which is a matter of prayer, but remembering whose battle it is encourages me and leads me to pray, not worry.

This verse was meant for the Israelites as they were about to cross the Red Sea. They were scared of Pharaoh and his army and feeling like slavery was a better choice than dying in the desert. How many times in our lives do we choose slavery to a habit, or a vice, or brokenness in a relationship because we feel like the battle just can’t be won? Whose battle is it? Because in any battle, my money’s on God. He is always with us, within us, and we need only to remember that when conflict comes. We can draw on his strength when we are weak, his courage when we are scared, and trust that in all things He will work it for the good of us, who love him.

Lord, help me to remember that you are always near. Its something I know, but when conflict comes, I tend to defend myself as if I were on my own. Help me to remember that you not only “have my back” but you go before me. Help me to choose your way when things get sticky and I feel threatened or scared.

Not Better, Just Different

Recently, God’s been showing me that I shouldn’t compare myself to others, or feel like somehow I’m less useful to him than they are (or even useless) as the day may make me feel. He has me where he needs me – and what he has for me to do is no less important than anyone else’s efforts. He can use even seemingly small and insignificant things mightily for his Kingdom.

I have a tendency to hear other people’s stories about the conversations they have with people, or the opportunities they have to pray with or share their faith with people they come into contact with at work or in their travels and bemoan my mostly homebound situation. Add to that the fact that I am naturally introverted, so outgoing conversation with strangers is something that makes my palms sweat and I start to stammer and say stupid things. So obviously, at this point, traveling witness is probably not the best mission field for me. 🙂

However, that logic doesn’t stop me from feeling like I “should” be more like this person or that person… But what blew me away was the realization that others felt the same way about aspects of my life. I don’t feel like someone who others would aspire to be more like, or see as an inspiration to do kingdom work. Apparently, I am. Huh. Requires me to reconsider and simply be inspired by those around me rather than compare myself; we are all parts of a diverse and varied body of Christ and all have a different job to do. Hey, wait just one minute. That sounds familiar…

1 Corinthians 12:14-18 CEB

Certainly the body isn’t one part but many. If the foot says, “I’m not part of the body because I’m not a hand,” does that mean it’s not part of the body? If the ear says, “I’m not part of the body because I’m not an eye,” does that mean it’s not part of the body? If the whole body were an eye, what would happen to the hearing? And if the whole body were an ear, what would happen to the sense of smell? But as it is, God has placed each one of the parts in the body just like he wanted.

I am a silly girl sometimes, needing to learn and relearn the same lessons (albeit in slightly different ways) and God is so patient with me. He gently reminds me how I am special and loved and needed in so many ways, large and small. Don’t we all need to feel that? One of the ways I’m needed, as I am learning, is to be inspiring to others through just being who God made me to be, just like others are inspiring to me.