My Jericho

It rained hard this morning. Thunder, lightning. The sound of the rain on the store's rooftop was as an army marching in perfect cadence. It made me stop and think even more about a question issued at our Thursday night small group.


We were discussing Jericho and the battle of Jericho, how God commanded Joshua's army to march around the city for six days and on the seventh day, they were to march seven and to blow the shofar--"Shout! For I have given you the city!" We discussed how the walls of the city came tumbling down. And the question was posed--"What is your Jericho? What do you need to take authority over in your life?"


I have considered this question and while I can probably name off at least half a dozen Jerichos, my biggest Jericho is the city of worry. Worry and reasoning.  


I have to try to figure everything out and if I can't figure it out, I seek the answers elsewhere. I hate feeling out of control and, for just a fleeting moment, trying to figure and fix things puts me back in control. Or maybe it tricks me into thinking I'm in control. In my heart, I know God is in control and that He will come through. I know that He's not always early but He's never late. I know that He has never let me down, that my needs have always been met. I know all of this in my heart. It's just getting my head to catch up!


Dear Lord, give me the strength and the confidence to place all that I am and all that I have in Your hands and to leave it there. By Your grace, help me to take authority over my Jericho of worry and reasoning, and to boldly declare victory. May I never forget where You brought me out of but may I never take my eyes off of where You are leading me!