Battle Fatigue

Published on 16 August 2024 at 12:33
 
 

Yesterday and moving into today, I am feeling the weight of battle fatigue. I have become battle weary.

Yesterday, I just broke down by the weight of my situation and shut down. I resigned to doing what I wanted- watching movies, resting, scrolling through social media, working out. It carried into today as I woke up at 7:48 am bypassing the 3:30 am normal wakeup and moving as I pleased.

I am just now (as it is heading into the late afternoon) coming back around, doing this blog, preparing to read scripture and spending the night getting into alignment with the Lord.

I've revisited an important lesson that I know will help me in ministry.

It's not that I am lacking understanding, information, revelation, motivation, hunger, desire or skill.

I am just tired.

The battle has been long, and I grow tired of the "just hold on, one day it's all coming."

What I have heard that allows me to press in and keep going, I've heard for years. Let's just say it's lost its ability to move me.

One day is coming, perhaps, if I do all the right things, but what of my day-to-day life until then?

How much more will I suffer? How much lower will I go into the pit?

I am feeling tired of being puppeteered by both God and the enemy with no end in sight.

My biggest problem is that there are constant movements and shifts by the Lord. I know this is because as He gives me tasks and I learn them and get comfortable in them, He gives me something else, stretching me to help me grow. But I feel like I haven't seen success in the previous things, and I am just tired of building and not reaping fruit and tired of shifting.

What words would you say to encourage me right now?

I have heard them all for years, taught, preached and applied them.  It leaves me with a feeling of absolute burnout and fatigue.

I just want rest and to not be controlled every second of my day.

I found myself running through an affluent community today on my run envying the people shopping, exercising or just with their significant other. Their life seemed so light and easy.

It's amazing how one day I can be so content and at peace being lost in God and the next peering outside and yearning for the world and its normalcy.

I can only imagine Elijah one moment calling down fire from heaven and then in the next, on the run, exhausted asking God to kill him.

But I know the lesson to be learned in this is how to push through fatigue and burnout and to continue moving in Him toward the high calling He is leading us too.

I also know that as I read scripture, talk with the Lord and repent, my heart will open back up and soften to the Lord and His process. 

Again, this has all been experienced before, for years and I'm just tired.

I just want to rest my mind, body and even my heart but I keep hearing "keep going."

Have you ever just felt over it?

But I know there is nowhere left for me to go but forward. So, I must pick myself up, incline my heart to the Lord and keep going.

What words do I have for you today?

Simply that you are not alone.

From Jesus:

Neither are you, Jennifer. I am here with you even when you feel like you are not here with me and have left. I know you are tired, but the finish line is right there. It is within eyesight. You are closer than you have ever been before. Just keep going and you will see it. I know sometimes you get angry with me, but it is my job to get you to that finish line and beyond. And Jennifer, YOU MAKE IT. I would not push you at your worst if you didn't. Just a little further, just a little more and you will see what this has all been about. You can't give up, although I know you want too. Please, for me. I need you. They need you. Keep going. I do love you Jennifer and am with you in this.

 

 

Question of the day

Are you experiencing battle fatigue?

Tell yourself the truth, then give that truth over to the Lord.

Give him an opportunity to give you what's needed to move forward. 

BATTLE FATIGUE

by Peter the Poet
www.youtube.com/channel/UC_GtbBeRm8ctYlmNqax4afA

Bombs are exploding,
Bullets are flying,
The cries of the wounded,
The prayers of the dying,
The billowing smoke,
The searing of flames,
Death is searching,
Calling your name.

The rumble of armor,
Strikes fear to the heart,
The fighter jet sorties,
Blow buildings apart,
There's nowhere to run,
Just dig in and wait,
Keep your head down,
Leave the rest to fate.

Mortar shells whistle,
And crater the ground,
Ear drums burst,
At war's shattering sound,
Lives are ruined,
By battlefield stress,
Madness awaits,
With it's bitter caress.

Poisonous gasses,
And biological stews,
The chemical killers,
Are tested and used,
And then there's the threat,
Of the nuclear winter,
At the push of a button,
You're burnt to a cinder.

They say wars are fought,
To defend and protect,
Yet the poor fight and die,
But not the worlds elect,
Because money is power,
And power means life,
To all those accustomed,
To twisting the knife.

But the man on the ground,
Who's a pawn in the game,
Follows his orders,
Even if they're insane,
Although he is tired,
His duty's ingrained,
So he'll soldier on,
And suppress his own pain.

The saints are the same,
Through day-to-day life,
Under constant attack,
In turmoil and strife,
As soldiers we march,
And as soldiers we're led,
Over obstacles placed,
On the world of the dead.

But our war is different,
From those of the Earth,
Our goals are eternal,
Planned before mankind's birth,
But we still tire,
From battle fatigue,
Due to endless onslaught,
From the Satanic league.

But like all wars do,
Our war too will end,
And then my dear saints,
We'll have time to mend,
So follow your orders,
And keep plodding on,
Till the final trump sounds,
And all war is gone.

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