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Sunday, May 1, 2011

A battle of faith

Oh, Lord, rescue me, I beseech you
Encamp your angles round about me and deliver me from our enemy
Harken unto me, Abba, hear my cry
I need you to be my rock and my foundation, let me hold fast to you
My soul cries out for you, for You are my Savior
Though the war spins round about me, I desperately seek to fix my gaze upon you
When the fight engulfs me from my right and my left, from below me and behind
I lift my hands up to you from the mountain and I wait for your deliverance
In the storms, you are my shelter, in the wasteland you are my well
In the black of night you are the my eternal light
When my strength has failed, I will rest in the Everlasting Arms
Yahweh, I call out to you, save me from my despair
You are my God, your grace is sufficient, your love is perfect
Blessed be your name forever and ever
Selah.





When we are attacked, we are rarely attacked on only one front.
Because one front can usually be easily defended, can't it?
No, it is much more advantageous for the Devil to attack us from multiple strategic angles.
Fear of death, lack of self esteem, doubt, marital insecurity, illness, a childs illness, financial strain.
He hopes that by breaking the ice on all angles, that we will fall through, that we will give into the seemingly hopeless chill that engulfs us.

These moments happen to everyone, they are not unique to any one person - what sets us apart is how we react to these situations. Some people will look to themselves, some people will look to their friends, some to alcohol, some to drugs. I am choosing to look to my Lord with the strength that I can. I am not strong, I am not perfect, but I am putting my effort into my Father and Savior. But I do not believe this journey is one that I can walk alone. I need your help. I need your prayers, I need you to lift me up.

In Exodus 17 Moses prays to the Lord for victory in a battle that Israel was fighting. When he kept his arms raised, Israel won, when he let them fall, they lost ground. When his arms became too heavy for him to hold up on his own, Aaron and Hur came along side and held them up for him - and because of this, they won the battle.
Right now, I need you to hold up my hands. I am tired, I am afraid, I am physically run down. Will you help me win this battle?

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