Whose Battle Is It?

by Debi Baker

"This is what the Lord says to you:  'Do not be afraid or discouraged 

because of this vast army.  For the battle is not yours, but God's.'" 

2 Chronicles 20:15

Those 27 words may be some of the most comforting words in all the word of God.  All too often we forget that we aren't in this thing we call life all alone.  God is our heavenly Father.  He created us.  He loves us.  He goes before us.  It's time we stop looking at the circumstances or the 'army' ahead of us and trust that God's got the battle and we don't have to.  We just need to let go and let God!

Between sickness and the emergency c-section premature birth of my newest grandbaby and the graduation of my oldest granddaughter and 3/4 of my church being sick with this crazy bug and my new grandbaby having to be readmitted to the hospital...life has hit my family full force!  I have been knocked down...hard...these past several weeks!  With the latest battle, my precious, premature grandson was transported by ambulance and admitted to the local children's hospital.  I felt like I couldn't handle any more.  But with the love and support of precious friends I saw that this was just a battle.  It's not the war.  And this battle would need to be handled by God, not Debi.

This verse was such a comfort as it has been in the past.  I have no reason to be afraid.  I have no need to be discouraged.  This battle, like every other battle I've ever had or will ever have, is God's!  I can...and should...step back and let God handle it for me!  And I did!  Once I had cried, screamed and held on the the battle, I had to repent.  Repent!  Yes, I had taken the battle out of God's hands and tried to do it on my own.  I had to repent and tell God how wrong I was and that I was sorry.  I gently handed it back to Him and let Him do what He does best...defeat the enemy!  As a result, we are on the mend.  My precious grandbaby was healed and released from the hospital.  My granddaughter, she graduates Saturday.  And even though I couldn't be more proud of her, I know I will blubber like a baby when she walks...as will her mama, my beautiful daughter (different daughter than the beautiful mama of the new baby).

These battles, while they may feel like they will be the end of me, are not mine.  They belong to God, and to God alone!  Have a blessed, battle-free day!