I’m inspired afresh to write, to tell again about the God I love and trust.
My spiritual discipline involving scripture is to read the daily lectionary in the Daily Office in the Book of Common Prayer. This morning, I read verses from Psalm 90 I’ve prayed over my family and me for years.
Let your work be manifest to your servants, and your glorious power to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the work of our hands—
O prosper the work of our hands! — Psalm 90: 16-17
I was, also, struck by a solitary verse from Joel 3.
Beat your plowshares into swords, and your pruning hooks into spears; let the weakling say, “I am a warrior.” — Joel 3: 10
Our enemy is not flesh and blood, but the powerless declares a new identity. There are times set aside for peace, and there are seasons of warfare even for weaklings. Joel 3 is an interesting counterpoint to what Isaiah writes –
He shall judge between the nations, and shall arbitrate for many peoples; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. — Isaiah 2: 4
There is a time for war and a time for peace. In such times to defend and fight in the Spirit because circumstances call for it, the prayer from Psalm 90 becomes a plea for manifested empowerment. We will not settle for anything else but victory in the Lord. Alleluia.
I spent a few days recently calling for justice from the Lord for us (Luke 18: 7) amidst some obvious challenges. The battle was on against an unrelenting enemy releasing fiery darts of doubt and shame. I didn’t spent much time or energy telling the opponent anything other than he’s defeated. I reminded heaven and earth we trust in the Lord and his promises for us.
What followed were dreams on consecutive nights. I was told amidst a growing degree of anxiety in the first dream I had nothing to worry about. I was doing fine. In the second dream, with images of driving unfamiliar streets and the preliminary moments of seat selection prior to a family holiday meal, Holy Spirit conveyed to me my turns and choices have been under his direction. Again, little to worry about.
But, isn’t the warfare ongoing until there’s a breakthrough (P.U.S.H. – pray until something happens)?
Obviously, for me, the couple days of engagement were sufficient. God was gracious to communicate things are in order.
We have been and will continue to be attentive to the voice and movement of our Lord in our lives. We’re not, but any means, perfect. We’ve missed the Lord’s leading at times, yet, we can still trust in his faithfulness and grace shared with us readily by a good Father.
When he says, “Fight,” we’ll fight. When he says, “Live at peace,” we’ll accept our joy in the Lord alone in the land of the living.
I’m back to declare my trust and love in my God in these dynamic days. Alleluia!