Football?

A close friend of mine had a dream, about me and about football.  And she doesn't really watch football.  But ever since she told me about it, it has really helped me when I start to struggle with emotions & feelings that are not of God, but rather straight from the pit of hell trying to get me to focus on circumstances and not on Jesus, my God & Savior.

Feelings of panic, control, manipulation, vengeance, anger, pride, self-righteousness, desperation and so many more.  So I use her analogy to help me live out 2 Corinthians 10:5 "We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ".  Please excuse my attempts to "draw" this on blogspot.

I start to feel like this... (the x's are like football players on the field)

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x           
x x x x x  x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x          
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                              Me                                              G
                                                                                 O
                                                                                 D
 

I start to see all of the people lining up against me.  All of the people that are actively hurting me with their actions & choices.  The people that are accepting of the sins because they feel they have no other choice but to accept "the way it is".  The enemies out to destroy, the ones that are indifferent.  The ones that do not believe that this marriage can be restored.  The ones that hope it isn't restored because they are that mad at my husband.  My husband, the lawyers, the judges, the other women, the list goes on.  I begin to feel like it is me against the world, and there sits God, sitting on the sidelines watching me be crushed by all of these lineman coming straight at me.  There I am...alone. 

But I won't get off the field.  I insist on staying in the game.  I don't know how I can ever take them all on,  but I have to keep scrambling.  I HAVE TO MAKE THEM ALL SEE.

I need to open my eyes and see the field in the way that it really is...

                      G   O   D                         Me  xxxxxxx
                                                              xxxxxxxxxxx
                                                              xxxxxxxxxxx
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The truth is that all of those people against me, God is over them all.  My Savior wants me on the sideline.  He isn't going to throw me off the field, but He doesn't want me taking on the all of those people.  This is His battle to fight, and He has ALREADY WON IT!  So there I am, on the sideline, on my knees, praying. And if you notice, I can then see that I am NOT alone.  I am surrounded by so many people that are on their knees with me praying for the mighty miracle that can come from God alone.  There is also no game clock in this football game.  It's called God's time, and not a single person knows what it reads.

So join me on the sidelines.  I've stopped scrambling and I'm standing.  Sometimes I try to get back out there, and my ever faithful Savior pours out grace & mercy & waits for me to get back off.  So here I stand calling out verses God gave me a long time ago Exodus 14:14 "The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent" and Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth".  Amen.