Every day feels like a battle - a battle against the flesh. His Word sinks deep into my soul, cuts deep through my hard heart and reveals the sin inside. And I battle. Guilt and shame thrust me into the battlefield and I swing a sword and throw up a shield only to be hit again and fall into a muddy pit of pride, anger, and self.
Why do I lose every battle?
How do I win over sin?
The word falls over me as I lay wounded and muddy.
I don't have to win the battle over my sin. It isn't my job - not mine alone, anyway.
He comes to my rescue, lifts me out of my dirty sins, cleans me off and reminds me that if I would just rest in the knowledge that He's there beside me. . . Well, He fights the battle for me when I put down my sword and let Him shield me. . .
For the soldier of God, fighting in the battle against sin, perhaps victory comes not to the one who fights sin the hardest. . . Maybe it comes to the one who falls the hardest into the arms of the Savior.
Praying for the grace to just invest more in my relationship with God - the every-moment-of-the-day time spent praying, reading, meditating, seeking, praising, and seeing Him - my only hope in the battle.