Darlene Rose

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.