Dearest One, You Have To Learn To Fight
It was almost painful to watch, the first time you had to say you were sorry for your behavior. You stuttered and forced the words from trembling lips. We watched the battle play across your face.
Pride dies hard. Humbleness hurts.
You looked at me with huge tears sliding down your cheeks and I wanted to just wrap you up tight. But sometimes we have to fight our own battles. Sometimes we can’t be rescued from them.
Sometimes we have to slay our pride, all alone, and learn to lean on the King of kings.
I know it feels like I was indifferent to your pain, but I wasn’t. In fact, I felt every slice of shame and resentment and bitterness and anger. I wanted to step in and fight your battle for you, because I’ve fought it so many times and I know how much it hurts. But I also know that if I did, you wouldn’t really win. In fact, in the end you would lose.
And I’m not willing for pride to control your life, because pride is just another name for the enemy of our souls. The enemy who will kill, steal, and destroy.
You are worth so much more than that. You are precious and beautiful, bought with a price. The King willingly laid down His life to free you from the bondage of pride and shame and resentment and bitterness and anger. But you have to choose Him. You, yourself, have to choose Him. I can’t do it for you.
I know it feels like you’re a victim right now, and we weren’t being fair. Instead of looking the other way, we called you to account and we forced you to fight a battle you didn’t want to fight. We pointed out that you were surrendering to the enemy and made you pick up a sword and made you face him head-on, and you just wanted to walk on your merry way.
But the wounds you feel now? You would still have them; you just wouldn’t know it. In pretending that all is fine, when it isn’t, you can bleed to death.
We love you, dearest. We won’t stand idly by while your wounds remain unattended.
And we won’t give the enemy the satisfaction of killing your soul without your knowledge.
You’re too precious, too beautiful, and too valuable for that.
So next time?–We’ll do the same thing. When pride is consuming you, when bitterness is slicing your heart to pieces? –We’ll call you to account.
We’ll put a sword in your hands and tell you that the only way to survive is to stand up and fight. We’ll be right there, right beside you, but we won’t ignore the battle, or try to fight off the enemy for you.
We’ll tell you what the King says, where He is, and we’ll pray with all our might that you turn to Him.
Because, dear one, He is the only one who can bind up our wounds afterwards. The only one who can heal what has been broken. And the only one who can defeat the enemy. It is His strength and His power and His salvation that sets us free.
And we pray, every moment, that you learn to embrace the pain of humility—to accept-with-joy the death of pride, so your soul can live.
Hi Natasha,
I absolutely loved reading this touching post. Unfortunately, pride does die hard, and humbleness hurts. I have had to fight my own battles, and a lot of them on my own. It certainly isn’t fun by a long stretch😕 Sometimes when I fight my battles; my hands get clammy, my heart pounds, etc. I have to sometimes PUSH the words out of my mouth and passed my lips. There is always the satisfied feeling that I made said wrong right. I have seen pride go unchecked and what it does to a person and the people around that person: not a pretty sight.
God Bless!
Bethany Davis
This is so, so beautiful. I want to be this kind of mother someday–to my own (future) children, Lord willing, and to others’. Thank you for this.
I love this. I’ve been fighting the battle of pride with my kids and a few others in my life. I fight it myself, too. Sometimes I think pride is one of the biggest sins mankind deals with on a daily basis. It’s like a running a race on a track with hurdles. You jump over one, but there’s another and another and another. The race goes on and on and still you’re jumping over hurdles. Eventually, though you do get to the end and you look back and say “WOW! God got me through that.” 😀