My Mountain In The Plane

Psalm 144:1-2  Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.  My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. 

I wonder why God cares so much?  Why does He bother with us at all, especially at our worst?  Made from dirt, as a shadow and a puff of air, we are, yet He calls us His children.  What a wonderful Father.  What GREAT love  He has bestowed upon us.  It is the wonder of all wonders.  How BLESSED we are!

David, the Psalmist, said "Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well.  He is the bedrock I stand on, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight, the high crag, (a deep rugged mass of rock projecting upward or outward) where I run for dear life, while he lays my enemies low."

My God knows all the playing field.  He made the planes, the valleys, the mountains, the meadows, the hills...He knows each and every one.  The Plane is the enemy's favorite ground on which to fire his most hurtful darts.  You see, he thinks there is no where for us to take cover.  But I say, when all is flat and becomes level around me, and there seems to be no where I can take cover, my Mountain is there!  The Mountain, my God, is ever present.  My God is the Mountain I run to when all else around me is in complete chaos.

We are soldiers in the army of the Lord.  Yes, oh yes, we are!  And, we fight well.  Sometimes, for me though, the war is too much.  I don't know if it is this way for you, but sometimes I don't know what decision needs to  be made next.  The battle rages on and on and my surroundings are so LOUD.  This is when I find that the greatest weapon I have on is that weapon called PRAYER.I need a quiet place, so I go to the Rock.  I talk with Him.  He quiets me even as the battle rages.  With Him as my Rock, I and everything that concerns me, is protected.  Whatever, whoever would pursue me, to take hold on me harmfully, has a steep and rugged climb ahead of them; and all through the climb there are projections, uneven terrain...dangers for them.  I am hidden, safely and quietly, in the cleft of the Rock.  Whoever and Whatever would dare to desire to harm me would do well to change their "game plan", to forsake their cause, but if they choose to pursue on...BEWARE!  :-)

All things are under my Lord's feet.  I run to Him and He fights for me.  I trust Him.  Blessed be the Lord my strength!