Sometimes, I forget that I’m in the midst of a fight. Even though I am protected, whenever I put my guard down, I get hit; I lose my vision, my way, my wits, and my trust in God. The attack is the most successful when much time has passed since the last onslaught. I think, “Wow, things are going pretty good. I don’t need accountability. I haven’t messed up in a while. I’m all good—I’m healed. I’m free!” I think I’m impervious to the temptation; I think that I don’t need to rely on God for strength. I got this now. “Thanks God, but I can handle it from here.” Then, I get hit. The issue is that my own strength is what led me to the area of addiction, pain, and loneliness. The battle is far from over. Jesus is victorious, yes. However, a war still rages on until the time when Christ comes again. I forget that I have armor. I forget that I have techniques. I forget about my fellow soldiers, and, worse of all, I forget about my Commanding Officer. He is there. He is omnipresent. He is all I need; yet I still attempt to rely on my prowess.
In this war, in my battle, I can’t afford to take off my armor. I can’t let up my defenses. Until God calls me back home, I will remain in uniform.
This is a battleground. The traps are in place, but the Holy Spirit is directing my footsteps. The enemy draws near; however my God has surrounded me with an angel army. Death may be staring me in the face; yet Jesus has overcome death.
“No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.”
-1 Corinthians 10:13-