Psalm 18: 31 For who is God, except the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?
32 It is God who arms me with strength,
And makes my way perfect.
33 He makes my feet like the feet of deer,
And sets me on my high places.
34 He teaches my hands to make war,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
Sometimes, especially lately, I feel as if I am trying too hard to be spiritual and it doesn’t work. When I write these blogs, I mostly write for myself, and for the Lord. I don’t send these words out unless I’m specifically directed to. It is because I am called as a scribe and HAVE to get all the information in my head down in print or blog, in THIS manner or else I cannot think well.
I HAVE to get all the information out of my head. I have not arrived.
A scribe is NOT a writer, necessarily, although the printed word is a weapon, or tool. A scribe is one who listens for the word of God and writes it as she hears it.
What does it all look like BEFORE she slays the enemy with a word that is as a bow of bronze?
Think of a bottleneck traffic jam. I am a storer of information.
So, most of the time I will take my thoughts and release them, then ask Him to redeem them. I hold these thoughts to the Lord and ask “What do YOU say?”
The more I write, the more I hear from Him. The less I write, the more it becomes like a cluttered room of hoarded things and I cannot find the treasure buried somewhere in there.
That said, this morning’s psalm is Psalm 18.
All my life, I have been an information junkie. Information has been my “bow of bronze”. Sometimes I get jealous of others who have a certain gift that I want and then He reminds me what my bow of bronze is. It is not to slay people! There is not an arrow with the bow of bronze – how can I skillfully hit my target with an arrow if I cannot yet bend the bow?
Practice, practice, practice. And more practice. And showing people how much stronger my arms are becoming because I can bend this bow, I can bend it more consistently, I can bend it with more ease, I can bend it further back.
The “messengers” to my brain often tell me “nobody is taking what you say seriously” or “you don’t have a word” but the “messengers” aren’t delivering the message from God.
He trains my fingers for war so that I can slay the enemy with a word that is as a bow of bronze.