Hannah and I talked about the armor of God the other day. She was struck by the fact that it was pantsless. Today I'm struck by the fact that God's armor is backless. I don't need to worry about that bit, because God's got my back.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Day 20 of 40
How can lent be half way over already? I haven't learned nearly enough yet! I haven't given over as much as I thought I wanted to by this point. I feel like I'm right on the edge of making a huge emotional/mental break through, but I'm still I'll equipped and unprepared! I need more languishing in the word, more hours on my knees. Our time in the wilderness seems to be rushing to its end and all I want to do is stay here. But He didn't stay here. I got up and started battling. What a difficult thing it must have been to walk away from a taste of heaven on earth to take on a fight with flesh on. But it wasn't just flesh was it. Jesus had on some armor. Something we couldn't see with our eyes but which spoke to our hearts and souls. He deflected arrows, walked with peace, remembered his salvation. He had the whole armor of God on. And maybe that's what he's working on me in the midst of the desert, taking my measurements to make sure that it fits.