I’ve noticed that before many major battles that took place in the Old Testament, before there was a huge shift in power, before a significant promise was fulfilled, and before God used someone to further His plans in the New Testament… there was a time of waiting.
I am not a big fan of waiting. I’m actually rather impatient. Always have been.
But what I have learned over the years of my waiting in the desert, is that this is where the learning has taken place. This long period of waiting has been my training ground, where my spirit has been working out, preparing me for what He has in store for me.
I have not enjoyed it one iota. Not a smidgen. Nothin’. Nope.
It has been dry, this desert I have been training in. Dry, and hot, and tiring. I have been sore from the workouts. I have felt the bruises, the cuts, the sting of embarrassment at my frailty. Yet I have noticed that I now wobble less after spending so much time practicing under the hot, relentless sun. The strokes of my sword have become much more second nature as I wield His truth with new-found strength and ease.
I parry every attack knowing that my Master taught me well, and I feel the confidence as I beat back my adversaries with the power He gifted me with.
There is a battle going on.
And I am not afraid.
The weapons I fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. (2 Corinthians 10:4)
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. (Ephesians 6:12)
I have found my footing. My feet are planted, shod with the completeness of Christ. I am whole, and have been given His righteousness to protect me. His truth holds me in place. My faith in Him deflects and extinguishes every shot taken at me. His salvation protects me from all the lies, from the attempts to bludgeon me, from the sneak attacks trying to take me out.
I am hated because of the One who loves me.
But the desert has produced a Warrior. My enemy trembles because it knows I am filled with the power of the Most High, and whispers “oh shit” now that I am standing at the Jordan, ready to cross over.
This land is mine. The giants before me are nothing compared to my God.
I am either bat-shit crazy or a formidable foe, but either way, I am grateful for my time in the desert of waiting. Because the little girl who used to cower and whimper at every little push, taunt, and blow has morphed into the Warrior Princess I was created to be. It has been hard work, and I understand it will be hard in the field as well; but I am ready. I do not fight alone.
This is why the waiting is mandatory: to be equipped for the battles. To know our weapons, become so familiar with the footwork that it feels like dancing, and to understand the strategies of the enemy.
I worship the King of kings. My praise wreaks havoc in the unseen realm in ways I won’t fully understand until I am taken up with Him.
My prayers, and my declarations of His might move mountains and dispel darkness.
I am in Him.
He is in me.
I love with power and humility because He first loved me. It is undaunted and strong.
This is my battle cry:
May your Kingdom come, your will be done here on earth as it is in Heaven!
Yours is the kingdom
Forever and ever