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Topic: Soul (07/13/06)
TITLE: The Battle
By Ruthie Forgey
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The rotten stench of past perversions infiltrates my nostrils, aggravates my stomach and agitates my soul. Frantically, I search for a place to flee inside myself where the memories can’t reach, a place that doesn’t know. The scent of unspeakable infractions wafts it’s way into spaces I have worked so hard to heal, the enemy is ever lurking, patiently looking for a way to destroy, to steal and to kill. I whisper a prayer, a desperate cry to my heavenly father, the enemy jeers with prideful taunts “Why do you even bother?” “Where was your God when the injustices occurred, didn’t He say He loved you? Wasn’t that His Word?” My heart begins to sink as resilience gives way to doubt, the enemy caught me off guard, I wasn’t prepared for this bout. I clumsily grab for my armor of apathy, indifference and wounded pride, suited again for the familiar battle of survival, momentarily forgetting that God was right by my side. The enemy continued his rapid assaults with ideas of isolation, aloneness, self-loathing and self-hate; my breath became labored as I struggled beneath his mounting weight. I scanned the battlefield where many casualties were scattered, deserted dreams, passionate purposes and unclaimed successes lay wounded and battered. My hope begin to dissolve and the enemy begin to cheer, he had the upper hand in this one, that had become apparently clear. Suddenly but softly I began to hear a faint but familiar song, the message in the melody reminded me that God was still on the throne. The lyrics were His words reminding me who I am in Him, and that I was on His mind when he was hanging on a limb. He knew about free will and the impending consequence of innocence lost, and in the name of grace, restoration and redemption, He paid the ultimate cost. I dropped my faulty armor built from fears and lofty lies and eagerly allowed God to cloth me in His, one that the enemy could not defy. It was in my weaknesses that God truly became strong, and where my faith fell short, He made it long. What the enemy had meant for evil, God once again made it good, and as the battlefield transformed into Holy ground, I completely understood. My God was their all the time and to His Word He was true, He loved me so much that he had laid down his life for me and for you. He knew about the suffering and he wasn’t immune from pain, and through all the storms that have blown into my life, He sat right beside me even during the rain. I bow on the battlefield in humble adoration, and with a joyful heart I spout my appreciation. I leave walking in victory, feeling loved and maybe even a little taller, and where the enemy once seemed big; He was now much, much smaller. My Father and his faithful and tender touch had won this one and He will win again and again, after all wasn’t that His plan,
Why God even became man? The war will continue and the battles will rage; all generations face them from age to age. Yet in the end, when it is all said and done, the war will be over and through the sustaining grace of our God, we will all have won.
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