Slightly Obsessed #209: Look Up by Pamela Thorson on 2018-03-01 09:11:31
"Should evil come upon us, the sword, or judgment, or pestilence, or famine, we will stand before this house and before You (for Your name is in this house) and cry to You in our distress, and You will hear and deliver us." -2 Chronicles 20:9
The king was afraid.
A multitude of warriors marched to war against the tribe of Judah. These enemies had slipped around the Dead Sea to catch the people of God by surprise. They had made it as far as Engedi before they were spotted and reported to King Jehoshaphat.
Jehoshaphat knew that his army could not stand before the combined armies of his enemies. Distressed, he turned to God, proclaiming a fast in Judah and assembling all the people to the house of God. His prayer is memorialized in Chronicles for the generations after to him who would stand helpless before an overpowering evil force. He ended his entreaty with these touching words: “Our eyes are on You.” – 2 Chronicles 20:12
God answered the king with a plan for battle that would become the blueprint for generations of His people to come:
-Do not fear or be dismayed. (v. 15)
-The battle is God’s. (v.15)
-Hold your position on the battlefield. (v. 17)
-Trust God. (v.20)
-Offer the thanksgiving of praise. (v. 21-22)
-Stand and see the salvation of the LORD. (v. 17)
King Jehoshaphat did all that God had commanded. His army went down to the battleground, stood before the amassed armies of their enemies, and sang praises to God. They did not fight, and they did not run before the threat of certain defeat. They did not study the enemy or count the number of weapons and men arrayed before them. They kept their eyes off the battleground and on their Captain.
They held their position, trusted God, faced down fear, and sang His praises.
True to God’s word, He destroyed the enemy by setting them against themselves, so that they were all destroyed without Judah’s army raising one hand in battle.
When Satan sets a trap for you, and you find yourself facing certain destruction, remember God’s promise to Judah. Your enemy may be too strong for you, but this isn’t your battle. This is God’s, and it’s personal.
Your God will fight for you. Look up, for your deliverance is coming.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. Her second book, Out from the Shadows: 31 Devotions for the Weary Caregiver, released in 2014. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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