I am a warrior

Not easy. Delivered.

You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of [this] life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier. ~ 2 Tim. 2:4

“I don’t need easy. I just need possible.” ~Bethany Hamilton

Uh, I think I’d like easy.

Life’s not working out that way. And you know what? The hard stuff isn’t obvious from the outside. The warfare’s on the inside, and I somehow have managed to reach a time a fierce conflict. All hidden under my made-up face, my seemingly perfect life.

That’s more common than not, isn’t it? And here’s what I think—I’ve entangled myself in the affairs of this world, and the spiritual hardship has done caught me by surprise. An explosion in my soul has recalled my attention—“Hey, you. Girl with her mind on the carnal. There’s a war going on in here, and you need to stand your ground!”

Okay, but does it have to be hard? Can’t I just readjust my sights without it having to be painful? Apparently not. Because I’ve enlisted in the Lord’s army, and the battle is not against flesh and blood, that’s why. See, I have this deal with taking on a cause. I have a pretty fast tongue, and a quick mind for an argument. I don’t mind going to battle in that way (which, by the way is often a fast-lane pass to trouble, but that’s another post). But when the battle is in my soul? Ugh. That’s some flat-out H-A-R-D work. Weariness. Tears. Aches. They’re all involved in that kind of warfare. And if it weren’t for strength beyond myself, I’d be done. Right now.

I like that Paul ended his second letter to Timothy with a parallel word of strength. He writes in chapter four, verse eighteen, “… the Lord will deliver me from every evil work and preserve me for His heavenly kingdom. To Him be glory forever and ever. Amen!”

I don’t need easy. I just need delivered. Amen indeed.