My hands feel too weak. I know my arms can’t bear the weight this time. As the giant stand’s before me I simply cannot swing the sword. How many times will it come back? How many times will I have to stand to fight?
I have heard it said… over and over…God will not give us more than we can bear. I’m proof, my life is proof, that is simply not true. No, as the sword lay on the ground I know there is no way I can pick it up to swing it again. I know.
Yet in my knowing, I also know that what I cannot bear He most definitely can. In my knowing I know that we face what we cannot bear so He can do the bearing for us.
We could not bear the weight of sin, He bore the cross and paid the price…so much more than we could ever bear.
The giant before us doesn’t have to be afraid of us. But he surely will tremble at the name of the One who bore it all. The Lion of Judah, Elohim, El Elyon, El Shaddai…my Savior, my King…the One who has the strength to bear it for me.
So He takes my hand and raises me up to stand again to fight. The sword swings hard this time, only not by my strength, but by His alone.
And I watch the giant fall.
‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty.Zechariah 4:6 NIV