The Shire and Australia

The Shire and Australia

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Stop Signs and Red Lights

Few people in this world dislike stop signs more than me. I know they’re helpful and all, but gosh dang they are ANNOYING. You have to stop, literally stop, your driving for a few seconds before moving again. Of course, some people don’t stop at all. But, I do. Maybe that’s why I dislike them so much. I actually try to obey the laws of traffic.

Or red lights. Who likes red lights other than girls putting on their makeup or people checking a text? Red lights are especially annoying if you’re in a hurry. Oh gosh. If you’re in a hurry, forget stop signs OR red lights. You might as well think the Earth is tumbling down in the form of traffic signs.

Now, let’s get symbolic about this.

Sometimes, God puts stop signs and red lights in front of me. And I wait at them for hours, days, weeks.

I can break the law and try to keep moving forward, but God is all, “No. You’re going to stop. You aren’t going to slide or drift. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you stop and PAY ATTENTION TO ME.”

And you know what’s helpful about stopping everything to get done what God needs you to get done? It works. It’s life saving. It’s revitalizing.

Without stop signs or red lights, the road would be way dangerous. And sometimes we try to ignore those stupid signs and lights because we think we’re in a hurry. One time, I ran a red light because I was so used to having a green light whenever I crossed the road. Of course there was a cop to stop me. Of course.

If you don’t stop and get done what God needs you to get done, don’t be surprised if He puts a stop sign or red light in front of you. He might even send someone (hopefully not a police officer) to lecture you on the importance of listening to Him.

Who knows? It just might be the thing you need.

Faith

It’s not my battle.

“The battle is the Lord’s.”

I know this verse is often quoted out of context or whatever but I think it’s true. I want to believe it’s true. I need to believe it’s true. That’s the only hope there is.

The battle is the Lord’s. My battles are the Lord’s battles.

My insecurities? The Lord’s.

My fears? The Lord’s.

My loneliness? The Lord’s.

My doubts? The Lord’s.

My confusion? The Lord’s.

My dreams? The Lord’s.

My constant failings? The Lord’s.

I wonder what would happen if I acted like this was truth.

When I am wondering why God keeps closing doors, when I am walking through the valleys and the desert wastelands, I whisper these words like a lullaby.

I am reminded of 1 Samuel 17:47:

“All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”

When reason says, “Well, God doesn’t want this verse to apply to YOU,” then God reminds me of Ephesians 6:12:

 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

He reminds me of John 16:33

In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.

There is more in the world than what my short-sightedness allows me to see. I am in a war and it is unseen. Delusional people say stuff like that, right? Well, maybe they’re on to something.

I am on God’s side and He has already defeated the devil. The devil knows his time is coming to an end and he is ANGRY. He’s taking it out on me, on you, and all of us. He hates us. He wants to destroy us. He’s trying to stir up waves while we walk on the water.

But the battle is the Lord’s. I’ve given it to God and that’s all there is to that.

I’m going to keep saying it until it sinks into the dryest parts of myself, until I finally see healing and light break through. I’m going to keep saying it until I don’t even remember being discouraged. I’m going to say it until those closed doors look golden because all my eyes can focus on is Jesus.

“The battle is the Lord’s.” And He has already won.

Faith