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I’ve been reading in Nehemiah recently. Dude had lots of frenemies. Guys that seemed to want to help him
with his big project, but in reality wanted nothing more than his total
failure. So it’s strange to me
that they didn’t just stop him. If
it was really important to these guys that he stop building the wall God told
him to build then why didn’t they do something about it? Nehemiah couldn’t have had that much
protection, he was a refugee surrounded by people who hated him and his
countrymen. I really don’t know
why they didn’t stop him. My only
guess is that God wouldn’t let them.
Kill him at least. But they
conducted a relentless campaign of fear against Nehemiah that lasted
years. And involved even his
supposedly real friends.
I’m so grateful the Holy Spirit keeps the enemy at bay. But even if physical harm doesn’t come
to me, the enemy will still try to kill my excitement for God, my determination
to enjoy His presence, my hope for what God can do through me. By making me fearful. By making me so worried about what
might happen to my family, or how I’m not measuring up, or what people think of
me, or how I will surely fail and fall again, that I become paralyzed. Unable to move forward in His work, in
His rest. And so I don’t do
anything. I don’t spend time with
Him, I don’t ask Him to show me how I can be that healing balm that the world
needs. I don’t ask Him each day
where to put my feet, how to use my hands. I just quit.
So how to combat the fear campaign that will come, weekly,
daily, hourly sometimes? Nehemiah
put it best, “Now therefore, O God, strengthen my hands.” I have to daily remind myself that He
who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it. If I’ll just keep drinking from that
deep well of His word and His presence.
My son’s memory verse from Bible study is Matthew 28:20, “I
will be with you always” (to the tune of London Bridge). Ever since he sang it in the car it’s
been stuck in my head, which is a good thing. I need it stuck there.
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