loveispatient:

maddyinchrist:

agustofdandelionbreath:

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The Lord will fight for me. That means He carries upon Himself my struggles, my weaknesses, my sorrow and grief and pain. That means when a fiery arrow or whizzing dart, or more likely - a faith-cutting insult or a biting glance - gets thrown my way, He steps in and completely demolishes my enemy. And maybe this is childish of me, but when I think of God stepping in… it’s a major, bone-crushing, teeth-chattering, knee-shaking glory kind of step. The kind that turns everything around and brings the earth facedown. And when I say demolish, I don’t mean politely brush aside… I mean wrestler-showdown, knockout after knockout until the guy is stuck to the mat like a squashed housefly and he forgets which way is up, down, or around. I’m talking in epic, world-shaking terms. That’s what God does for me, for you, for anyone who stands under His name. That’s what kind of crazy, fearless, intense love God has for me.

And if our God is for us, then who could stand against? How could I ever lose? So why…. why do I keep on futilely jabbing in the background to the point of exhaustion, as though my little human “umph”s actually make a difference?

I think I need to realize that God is more able and capable than I could ever be, and my crazy worrywart flailing is not fueling Him on. In fact, it’s kind of laughably pathetic. But sometimes, just sitting still, and knowing… that’s the hardest part, and yet, the ultimate act of faith. Knowing, in the midst of the battlefield, that even though I can’t see my God, He will overcome. In fact, He already has. He’s got my back.

That, more than anything else, absolutely and definitively blows my mind. And I think… that’s why I still believe.

one of my fav verses.