Trained for War

The LORD is busy with me.

We are training for war.

Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle.
Psalm 144:1

It’s awesome. It’s also raw and terrifying. What kind of war? Not the physical kind. He’s instilling in me what it will take to remain standing at the end of a long day of ministry. He’s showing me how to rest in Him. He’s reminding me of how I should steward His blessings. He’s talking to me about marriage and parenthood. He says stuff like “see, you wouldn’t be doing this right now if you had a husband… how would this situation be different if you had two little ones?” and He makes me think and be grateful for the moment, but also prepared for what’s next.

He’s been training my trust by taking things away. Can you relate to this? The fun part is that I know if it’s in my Father’s hand, it is still mine. How’s that for peace?

Papa, please hold this for me? Thanks. Hey, Papa, can I have it again? Awesome, thanks. 

How’s that for trust?

I’m looking at this holy shelf, like it’s full of blessings that are mine and they’re stored. And just because I’m not holding everything at once, doesn’t mean that I don’t have access to it. It’s all just there. RIGHT there. I can just point and He helps me reach the top shelf. I’m feeling a lot like Ariel. You want thingamabobs? I’ve got 20.

Actually, there are 13 thingamabobs… but who cares, no big deal…

Do you KNOW how much you have access to in the Kingdom? We read in the parable of the prodigal son that the elder son was all bummed out because he didn’t realize everything the Father had was his too. Do you find yourself missing the party to sulk about what isn’t yours? Baby, it’s all yours. It’s yours.

This is why I’ve been asking God to train my hands to steward ALL this. It’s more than I know how to manage. I am learning the ways of royalty. Not for mad cash, but for treasure. Lives of people who trust me. Hearts. Ears listening to what I say. God help me, it needs to come from HIM! Eyes watching me live my life, waiting to read my words. Oh what a treasure! Priceless, absolutely priceless to be able to love and pour into other people. How precious are their hungry hearts! They encourage me.

So many faces to meet, and bodies to hug. Laughs to hear. Hands to hold. Thousands. Millions.

Vision is like a flame. All-consuming Fire loves to share dreams with His children.

Jesus, increase our capacity to receive from You.

Train our hands for war.

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