Isaiah 49 says, "1Listen to me, you islands, hear this, you distant nations: Before I was born the Lord called me; from my birth he has made mention of my name. 2He made my mouth like a sharpened sword, in the shadow of his hand he hid me; he made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver."
Praise Jesus. Everything I am was known to God before I was even conceived; he knew my name, Blynn, before the world had even heard of Brittany Lynn. I find myself sitting in awe of this. I am well aware of the Lord's consistent presence in my life today, and his persistent pursuit of a relationship with me is enough to stop me in my tracks, but the thought of him pursuing me, and planning our relationship and how my walk with him would unfold, before I even existed, is just too much. Who am I, that the Creator would spend as much time on me, as he did on the stars in the unending heavens, or the leaves in the vast forests?
Just when I thought there could not possibly be any more, when it seemed as if every honor available for the King to give had already been bestowed upon me-there is even more to uncover about the beautiful love story between my heavenly Father and I. Not only did he lovingly create my physical body and my spiritual soul, not only did he painstakingly design my journey to him, and my walk with him, not only did he plan for the atonement of my sin, but he also created me to be a weapon against his enemy and a soldier in his army of righteousness. Could there ever be a higher honor than to fight the good fight? to fight for the King of glory? I don't see how. Soldiers who fight for our country say that it is an honor to defend all that America stands for: democracy, freedom, and equality. Is it not an even greater honor to flight for salvation, forgiveness, and unconditional love? I think it is. And I am more than willing to go peacefully into the Lord's draft. I want to fight. And I am ready.
It is almost unfathomable, no, it is entirely without fathom(tehe), that I, a wicked, lost sinner, can be a tool used for the glory of God. It is only by the precious blood of Christ that I am permitted to do so, and that is such a humbling realization to make. I am so amazed at how relentless the Lord has been at putting this on my heart, and making sure I get the message. He has begun to fight so many of the lies that Satan has told me about my sin nature, and my wounded heart believed. My King is fighting for me, and I can feel our enemy withdrawing his troops; his darkness stands no chance against the light that is growing in my heart and is beginning to envelop my soul. Soon enough, there will be no corner left for him to hide in, and no wound lift for him to fester in-I have victory.
Now that I know all of these truths about myself, the Lord, and our alliance against the evil one, I have no choice but to take up my sword and my arrow. I am left with no other option than to wield my light against the darkness. I must fight for God, for glory, for goodness, and for all of creation, because that is what the Father is calling me to do. Because Isaiah 49 also says: "6he says: 'It is too small a thing for you to be my servant to restore the tribes of Jacob and bring back those of Israel I have kept. I will also make you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.'"
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