“On the seventh day, they got up at daybreak and marched around the city seven times in the same manner, except that on that day they circled the city seven times.”
Sometimes I can look back and remember the Red Sea crossing, the manna from heaven, the water from the Rock. I can point out the wilderness seasons, and I can reminisce of those moments of divine deliverance from Egypt. These are the things that typically make up our “testimony” when we speak to others of Christ, of His saving grace and power. How He reached down into the mire of my slavery to sin and pulled me out, washing me in His Blood.
We can get all emotional and excited speaking of the seasons of Promise, those times when we knew that God had shown us what He wanted to do in our lives. I can walk back through my journals and become stirred all over again as I remember what He has spoken, looking at the stones of remembrance that were brought forth as I crossed the Jordan.
But do we like to share those times when we feel we are beating our heads against the wall?
Have you ever gazed ahead with hope in what God has promised, only to see looming before you a giant obstacle that you cannot defeat? Just to be transparent—because I cannot stand the thought of being fake—each wall I face intimidates me. I start to look at my own abilities (or inabilities to be more precise), and I start shrinking back in fear. I begin to listen to the voices that say how I cannot do anything right, and I watch the movie of my life’s failures play over and over in my mind. And the walls grow higher and higher. But it’s not about my ability. Thank God.
We each have our own struggles. And trust me, the struggle is real. Think of someone that appears to have it all together, and pray for them—because you have no idea what they are actually dealing with on a daily basis. You have no idea that they may have marched around the wall for six days, struggling to find the strength and faith to keep going.
Keep going. Keep marching. The time to shout will come.
And when the time comes, don’t hold back.
Scripture to read:
Father, I look at the wall that I cannot climb, that I cannot tear down—and I cry out to You. I choose to walk and march in obedience, to wait on Your timing. You have brought me this far, and You will not leave me alone. Thank You. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.