Who Trains My Hands for War
Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; ….. he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge. Psalm 144:1-2, Psalm 145:14-19
Liam’s conception keeps coming back to me over and over. It always felt as though God had called him for a specific purpose in His kingdom, just as He had asked me to call him into existence at a specific time.
Now this? Why? This feels like thwart, not the purpose. I feel confused.
I resonated so much with the women in the Bible who prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for a child. Hannah. Sarah.
This morning God reminded me that Sarah also tried to figure it out. She even took it into her own hands to make the promise work. It’s my job to live with the not knowing. To know he is called and to live in the middle of the story where it looks impossible. It’s my job to believe Him. More than faith in the miracle, I need a whole-hearted belief in God.