How To Be Strong When You Are Weak

It is God who arms me with strength, And makes my way perfect. I have pursued my enemies and overtaken them; Neither did I turn back again till they were destroyed. I have wounded them, So that they could not rise. Psalm 18:32, 37-38
When I feel threatened, I want to run, hide, and even stick my head in a hole.  The last thing I think of doing is running toward my enemy.
In my case, my enemy's name is most often Fear or Anxiety. Sometimes it is Discouragement. Other times it is Unbelief. They are not Goliath that I can throw a stone at, but a heart-error I must defeat with truth and faith.
The load life hands you some days might be more than you can bear.
You, the one who's usually lending your two arms to carry loads, can find yourself in need of more shoulders and hands than the two you've been given.
You, the one who prays with faith and sees God's hand move mountains . . . you too will face mountains and need your sisters in the faith to lift your heavy load up to Heaven.
In The Armor of God study by Priscilla Shirer, we learned that the soldier's shields Paul refers to when he tells us to raise our "shield of faith," lock together to form a dome like a turtle shell. As soldiers locked their wet wooden shields together in a circle, together they deflect the fiery arrows that seek to end their lives.
Bone-Weary
Since putting our house on the Market sometime in early October, life has increasingly intensified until we were in full-fledged frantic-mode.
After nearly unanimous feedback, "Price too high" for six weeks, even after we lowered the price below what I thought was fair, an offer finally came in on December 13th.
By this time, I was so weary of showing my house, I just wanted to stay.
I loved my house. Especially after finally getting a new bathroom. If you've been with me for any length of time, you might have noticed we've fixed and sold our share of homes. Between you and me, I'd really like to land one that has been made ready just for me!
The offer we received on December 13th asked us to be out on January 10th.
Really? Over the holidays? In the dead of winter? We'd been searching houses for several months with no prospects. Where will we live?
Don't ask me why we signed the offer. I don't really know. But I think it has to do with being
of showing it and having three people involved. (Two more than me) Me. My husband. Our realtor. ... and then there's the part about a realty contract. 
We'd agreed to list our house way back in April. We spent every free second of our summer remodeling the main bath and replacing countertops and backsplash in the kitchen. Oh, and we replaced a cabinet -- one of our inevitable "remodeling surprises."
It all took us way too long.
Summer was a bear with Dale working in Kansas and working on our home every time he was home.
I  continually remind myself of our goal.
When we decided to sell, our aim was to be closer to our kids and grandkids. And we wanted a lake. (I want the lake more. He wants a low mortgage.) I just want a nice home . . .   on a lake. He wants a shed on a few acres. We are praying for a pretty home with a shed on a few acres on a lake with a low mortgage. And yes,  we believe in the God of miracles! 
The month of moving all of our stuff into storage sheds, fixing all the things the inspection revealed needed fixing, looking for homes, then settling for a temporary townhome for lack of the right home AND having to spend five hours painting the townhouse because the landlord hadn't done a thing...  plumb wore me out.
The day before closing, my last job was to go back to our empty house to patch and clean. Before leaving, I began to experience an intense and admittedly unreasonable fear of finding some disaster at the house, like a broken pipe and water everywhere. It was unrealistic, but it was imposing on me.
As I got ready, I put a load of laundry in the machine at the townhouse. It filled with water and then stopped. I fiddled with the dial, spinning it, pulling, pushing, clicking, and NOTHING. Did I mention Dale, my tireless husband, was nearly as spent as I was? I DID not want to call him with a problem. He'd started a new job in November and was still getting acclimated. I knew his stress level wouldn't take that call.
I decided to deal with the laundry after I was done with the house. It wouldn't hurt towels to soak for half a day. I composed a text in my notes and pasted it in texts to ten friends. Then I called my mom and we began to pray. I was NOT feeling relieved of the fear or the imposing weight of some imminent disaster. So I began to march around my house and proclaim truth over myself and my circumstances.
Prayer is Power
"I am more than a conqueror through Him who loves me."
"No weapon forged against me will prosper."
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." ...
My friend, Nancy sent me a voice memo prayer using Philippians 4:10-19:
"I pray that Kathy, today, would be able to rejoice greatly in the Lord, to see His good gifts all around her and to experience His goodness, love, compassion, care and watchful eye over her whole family. Help Kathy be content today. She knows what it is to be in need and she knows what it is to have plenty. She has learned the secret of being content in every situation ...
Kathy can do everything through Him who gives her strength today. I pray that when her strength is gone, when she's at the end of her rope, at the end of her reserves, that your strength would step in and fill her with everything she needs today, God. You are more than enough. You will meet all her needs. I pray that both Kathy and Dale will experience You, God, meeting their needs in every personal, tangible way according to your riches and glory in Christ Jesus, Amen."
I replayed this several times, letting the truth wash over my anxious heart.
It might not surprise you to learn that I found no disasters at the house. And aside from somehow sloshing paint onto my best set of athletic shoes and part of the kitchen floor . . . as I stirred the one inch  (I kid you not!) at the bottom of the pail (it wiped right up, it didn't even phase me to be mad at myself! The power of PRAYER!! ) all went well.
Prompted by the Lord to "do unto others what I would want them to do to me." I puttied, sanded and painted the holes left from my wall decor.
When I got back to the townhouse with my mom, she tried the washing machine dial, and IT WORKED! Imagining the anxiety I'd saved my husband by turning to prayer instead of calling him. This doubled my praise and thanksgiving.
My enemies of fear, doubt, and unbelief were stopped by the faith-shields and fervent prayers offered to our Father in Heaven.  And maybe thoughts are actually  giants  taunting me . . . and I CAN sling a stone (the word of God) at them! 
I don't know if you are facing challenges beyond your ability to endure, but if so, remember the best battle strategy: Call on your friends to lock shields with you and let the truth of God's word wash over you.
Chase down your enemy and stand on his neck! Jesus has won your victory!
It is in His strength and by His word that we overcome! 
Power verse: Zechariah 4:6 "Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit," says the LORD Almighty.
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