Fighting Words Devotional by Ellie Holcomb

Author:Ellie Holcomb
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Religion/Christian Living/Devotional
Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
Published: 2021-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

In what ways do you beat yourself up?

Have you ever considered that Jesus is your Defender in those moments? Why or why not?

How does it make you feel that Jesus knows you’ve done what you can, and doesn’t expect you to do more than that?

Jesus, thank You for being so understanding, and for being my Defender. Help me remember that when I come to You in surrender, what matters is not what other people think of it, but that YOU receive whatever I bring.

DAY 48

Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

2 CORINTHIANS 12:9–10

I have a love/hate relationship with this verse. Why? Truth be told, I don’t love feeling weak. I don’t like asking for help, and a lot of days, I’m not good at it. Instead, I love feeling capable and strong. But it’s this verse that reminds me of a precious truth: it is in my place of being weak and in need that God’s love and strength shine.

I learned this recently after dropping the ball with an out-of-town friend when she was walking through a really hard time. Her father had passed very suddenly, and I sent a text about two months afterward to check in on her and to ask if I could send her family a meal. She caught me up via text and said a meal would be lovely. We scheduled the time that I would have it delivered, and y’all . . . I wrote down the wrong day to send her a meal in my calendar and didn’t realize it until the day after I was supposed to feed her family of seven.

As soon as I realized that I left her stranded without dinner and without even communicating dinner wasn’t coming, I text and profusely apologized. She was so gracious and I asked if I could send a meal the next day. We set up the time, and y’all . . . I. FORGOT. AGAIN. Call it that she lives in a different time zone than me. Call it that I have three young kids of my own to feed. Call it that I’m not really a great details person or planner. But honestly, just mainly call me the worst.

I just burst into tears when I realized I’d done it again. I had a pit in my stomach when I made the call and just had to humbly say that I was so sorry. I was trying to relieve stress, and I ended up causing more, and do you know what? She was so gracious again, and instead of just sending her a meal (which I did end up doing the next week, by the way), we actually got to catch up and I got to hear her tell stories about her precious dad and weep with her as she described what it was like to lose him so quickly.

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