Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. Nevertheless I will argue my ways before Him. (Job 13:15)

I have had seasons where there has been an onslaught that felt as if the enemy came for a direct hit. The kind of blow that registers a “knock-out.”

I would rise to step forward and another blow would hit. No amount of rebuking or resisting made any movement in my situations.

Then I would hit the floor, “Though He slay me, I still will hope in Him….”

It is with a final “giving up” that God seems to act very often. He lets me wield all my strength until my weariness and tears rest in a puddle inside my little prayer closet.

Yet, knowing His heart and Word I seem to find hope in the midst of it all. When I’m “all done” He seems to step right in.

There is something precious in the heart of the Father for the weary and downtrodden heart. Just as I am typing this for you, I see Him lift a weary woman into His arms and carry her tenderly. Just like a husband would carry a wife over the threshold. He is tucking you close into His chest. He doesn’t show me where He is taking you but I seem to know it’s a place of resting in His arms while He, Himself, tends to your every need. You can stop fighting.

At times, I’ve thought I might die in harsh seasons when my body could no longer fight off the enemy and every ounce of breath was spent. Then a shadow of The Christ could be seen raising His banner of love over me.

Peace be still.

I am reminded of when Elijah was worn slap out under the broom tree. The Angel of the Lord told him to eat because the journey was too hard for him. Then He made him a cake.

If He will do it for Elijah, He will do it for us.

He knows when our fight is gone. He knows when our earthly bodies have gone as far as they can. He knows when the journey is too hard and we need His tender care to strengthen us.

He didn’t leave Elijah alone. He went to him.

He will do the same for you, and I.