Being an averaged height person, I always liked to quote, “it ain’t the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog.”
So many things come at us. They attack and tear, condemn and hurt, messing with our faith, our hope. And those hurts are so real, so painful, so overwhelming.
When Paul said, “We wrestle not with flesh and blood…” He wasn’t minimizing the damage we withstand. And because the tools, the weapons wielded by our enemy, so often are flesh and blood, it becomes confusing. We all know the broken places inside us though. We know the reality of the emptiness we feel in betrayal, in tight fisted words. We know the bruises of anger and hatefulness.
So what do we do? what do we do?
I guess, right now, I’m turning that question around. What do you want to do? I’m asking myself, what do you want to accomplish?
Do I want the fights that I can “handle”? Do I want the warfare that my wisdom and strength can conquer in? I don’t think so. Because just like those fights, temporal, worldly, so often meaningless, my victories will be the same, temporal, worldly, meaningless.
I want a God fight. I want a war that only He can win. I want a marriage that only He can secure. I want a life that only He can bless. I want to conquer enemies that dwell in the eternal, that war in the spiritual, that destroy not just the body but the heart and soul of my people.
I will be a warrior that fights by His rules, that wears His armor, that conquers in the name, the almighty name of Jesus Christ.
The size of the fight in this dog, is God sized, is Holy Spirit sized.
Come at me bro’. Enemies of the cross – you don’t stand a chance!