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“You’re Worth Fighting For”

He had yelled at me. Literally raised his voice in anger. I was shocked. What is happening?

We went inside to talk.

Maybe I went too far.

“Do you realize how much I’ve given up for you? Do you realize that I’m here-at home-every day for you? Do you realize that I’ve given up EVERY ONE of my childhood dreams to stay home? I wash your clothes…clothes I don’t wear. I cook your food…food I don’t eat. My whole life is spent serving you. How dare you yell at me?”

And maybe I was starting to yell myself.

Then it hit me like a tidal wave…in the middle of my rant.

“But you are worth it. You are worth giving up everything for. Why? Because Christ gave it all up for you.”

Did those words actually come from my angry lips? Maybe there is such a thing as grace.

“I will keep fighting for your heart, because Jesus says you’re worth it. I’ll keep fighting sin, because Jesus says I’m worth it.”

There is discipline. I’ve punished him for yelling. But I’ve also realized something…

Our kids are worth fighting for because Jesus fought for us.

We fight as people who were fought for. We love as the beloved.

Press on fellow heart-fighters. He is gracious.

“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ-by grace you have been saved.” (Ephesians 2:4,5)

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When 2017’s already spiraled…

It’s been a little over 3 weeks since Christmas. 3 weeks since celebrating His birth. And already…I’ve shut myself in the bathroom. Hid. Begged God to come right now.

We have friends hurting. We have friends moving. We have friends fighting battles no one saw coming.

And as long as we’re here…these battles will continue.

Sin will consume us. Threaten our very lives. Steal our joy. Force us into locked bathrooms. And that “roaring lion” will keep scratching on the door. Telling us over and over again…it’s just too hard.

“And one of the elders said to me, “Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.” (Revelation 5:5)

But Jesus is the Lion who will devour the devourer.

Where Satan comes to destroy, Christ comes to do battle.

In wherever you’ve found yourself in 2017. Death. Suffering. Sorrow. Questions.

He. Is. There.

To keep fighting for you.

” All the tomorrows of our life have to pass Him before they can get to us.” (F. B. M.)

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I forgot who the battle was against…

It had been a long morning with her. Now 2. Now preferring her ways over mine.

I slipped into her room at naptime. Watched her peacefully sleeping. Sucking her thumb.

And I fell to my knees. “God, help me.”

I’m not fighting her. Not fighting them.

As I watched her chest rise with each breath I remembered anew. Satan is the enemy. Not our kids.

She has sin. I have sin. And her sin collides with my sin, and sometimes it can feel ugly.

Every day we fight against him for them. And it drains.

This sin nature makes me angry. For them. Satan attacks our kids. He attacks me. He “prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour” (I Peter 5:8).

“God, help me to remember who I’m fighting. May I approach our kids with love not anger.”

We are all sinners fighting the same battle.

Her little foot with pink toenails wiggled out between the crib slats. And I kissed it. Held it close to my face while she slept.

“And God, ¬†one more thing…make me content to wash feet. May I serve as You have served me.”

“Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” (John 13:5 ESV)

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