Warfare

Often times I seem to forget that in order to have victory, there must first be warfare. A battle must be fought and won in order to be victorious. I share this now as I have just watched my faith and my hope, given to me by my God, shatter the teeth of my enemy, and give me my victory. I am in love with my Creator, I worship my King, and I adore my Comforter.

As I stand on the shoulders of those lovers of God who have contributed to my life, I look back at the battlefield. I see where I asked God for direction, and He answered me. I see where the enemy tried to cut me off at the pass. I see where we engaged in battle. I see the turning point of the battle, where I cried out to God and said, "All I can do is put my hope in you because you are, you have always been, and you will always be faithful to me." I see where God laughed and scattered the enemy of my soul!

This battle reminded me that the enemy isn't overly concerned with believers who have no desire to continue the mission of Christ, destroying the works of the devil. I am reminded that when the attacks hit and I find myself engaged in warfare, it's because the enemy realized what I was about to enter into and desperately wanted to stop me. Sometimes I think God is showing me off, saying to satan, "Behold my sheep, Robert Byron Baer III. Isn't he wonderful!?" The enemy comes to steal, kill, and destroy. Then suddenly, without warning, out springs the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Christ in me, the hope of my glory! He merely gazes upon the enemy and their entire camp trembles in fear!

Every thing I am, and ever will be, belongs to Jesus. He took the death I deserved, so I purpose to give Him the life that He deserves. After all, isn't that the least I can do?