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In-Between

This week, I have found myself in such a peaceful place.  The edge-of-my-seat tension has departed.  Now, I know this is just a moment of rest.  I've been in prayer and asked God to keep me from getting too comfortable.  And Holy Spirit spoke to me, almost laughingly, and told me to just enjoy the peace that God has given me.  Battle mode has been on replay every day for these last few months, and God has given me a "Selah" moment.  Selah means "rest in the Lord."  It's found in Psalms when the Psalmist has said something significant and wants to just stop and think about what was just said.  

So in my time of "Selah," I'm thinking back to all God has done for me and my family over the last few weeks and months.  It's easy to count your blessings when you look for them.  I know that there will be another battle to fight soon.  I know that the enemy will not stop attacking.  His mission is to kill, steal, and destroy.  There is time for battle and there is time for peace.  The next attack may be more difficult.  So I stay battle-ready.  I know how the enemy works.  He would love for this peace to lull me into a space where I am comfortable until I am ineffective.  That's not what God has for me.  In the peace, I still prepare.  This peace between battles is a necessary respite, and I will gratefully use it to polish my armor.  

Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm. (Ephesians 6:13 NLT)

Another revelation: in fighting battles, all I really have to do is put on the armor of God.  And stand.  He'll do the fighting for me.  God's been teaching me about how to be a warrior for Him, which is something I never would call myself.  But the more He teaches me about how to fight HIS way, the more I like it.  I stay ready.  He does all the heavy lifting. And then He gives me the precious "in-between peace" to restore my soul.  I just have to stand firm.  Whether in battle or in-between, you'll find me standing firm in the peace of God.



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