Defense or Offense

Psalm 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
Psalm 34:19
Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.
Psalm 59:9
Because of his strength will I wait upon thee: for God is my defense.

Mom says she is waiting on God.
God is her defense. God is her offense too. The word of God is our sword. When we hear that the tests aren’t lining up with our faith yet…we don’t doubt our faith. We don’t doubt our God. We wonder why, we get frustrated, we may even cry a bit….but we never doubt God.
We pick ourselves up, go to the word of God — pick up our swords and fight again. We speak the word of God over and into this situation.
All I keep hearing is, “Do you trust me?” Yes. The answer is yes. I trust you God.

Psalm 7
O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust.

Ding-Ding…a call to praise

I’ve been thinking a lot about faith. I’ve been thinking about MY faith. I listen to other people talk about faith, and I think about other peoples faith too. Is it different? Is all faith the same? Hmmmmm…

2 Timothy says “I have fought the GOOD FIGHT of faith”.

I feel that we have fought the good fight too. We are still in the ring. I think that when some people see me in my fight of faith, maybe they are seeing the fight and not seeing the faith. They see it as fear. But I’m not afraid, I’m just still in it…in the fight. I’m still swinging. I can’t walk away from the fight. I can’t just say, “Oh I believe God, I believe in healing, fa la la la la”…and go about my merry way. If I don’t at least show up for the fight, set my feet toe-to-toe with my opponent, then I forfeit right? Even the best boxers in the world still have to show up and fight to win. I can’t just say “I believe we win” and never get into the ring, can I?

It’s not a lack of faith that I’m fighting, it’s an enemy. Cancer, death. My faith is what pulls my into that ring, what lifts me over those ropes, what allows me to pick myself up blow after blow. My faith stands me up when the bell rings again, my faith guides me to put one foot in front of the other and walk toward death and tell it to flee.

My faith tells me to praise God in this fight, to worship Him. To sing and dance and know that He is the victor. He fights for me, with me, beside me, in front of me, behind me…I really just need to praise Him. Sometimes my fight is just in forcing myself to lift up my eyes and see Him victorious in the middle of this pounding that we are taking day by day. Praise Him in the ring. Muhammad Ali used to talk about his fancy foot work in the ring….maybe we should just dance in this ring.

I WILL praise Him. Even when it’s the last thing I feel like doing, I will offer a sacrifice of praise.

Psalm 130
5 I am counting on the Lord;
yes, I am counting on him.
I have put my hope in his word.
6 I long for the Lord
more than sentries long for the dawn,
yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.