One day, while at the beach, there was a thunderstorm. I said to my granddaughter, “God is in a spiritual battle fighting for good to triumph, humility for His children, and truth to be known”. She replied, “Nana, I thought a thunderstorm was just hot and cold air coming together.” I explained,” science and spirit are not opposed to each other, and the spiritual and physical world are both real, but different. In the physical world, hot and cold temperatures, and wind pressures are coming together, but in the spiritual world there are ongoing battles that affect, stimulate, and achieve outcome in the physical world”.
King David understood that his inner and outer man would find victory over conflicts and encounters through the Lord’s powerful ability to fight darkness and maintain dominion in spiritual spheres. David cried out to the Lord for help, and as a result, the host of heaven entered into spiritual battle, this spiritual battle then manifested in the physical world through the weather: storms, winds, clouds, hailstones, thunder, and lightning. When David triumphed over his enemies, he gave all credit to the Lord for the victory.
Today, as God’s people, we sometimes find ourselves struggling, as David did, to carry on and endure the adversity and suffering we go through in the world. However, when we cry out to the Lord of Hosts as in the days of old, He enters into a spiritual battle on our behalf that will always lead us through the process that leads to victory and triumph.
“I cried out to you in my distress, the delivering God, and from your temple-throne You heard my troubled cry. My sobs came right into your heart and you turned your face to rescue me. The earth itself shivered and shook. It reeled and rocked before him. As the mountains melted, they melted away! For his anger was kindled, burning on my behalf. Fierce flames leapt from his mouth, erupting with blazing, burning coals as smoke and fire encircled him. He stretched heaven’s curtain open and came to my defense. Swiftly he rode to earth as the stormy sky was lowered. He rode a chariot of thunderclouds amidst thick darkness. A cherub, his steed, as he swooped down, soaring on the wings of spirit-wind. Wrapped and hidden in the thick-cloud darkness, His thunder-tabernacle surrounding him. He hid himself in mystery-darkness; The dense rain clouds were his garments. Suddenly the brilliance of his presence breaks through with lightning bolts, and with a mighty storm from heaven. The Lord thunders, the great God speaks with his thunder-voice from the skies. What fearsome hailstones and flashes of fire before him! He releases his lightning-arrows and routed my foes. See how they run and scatter in fear!” Psalm 18: 6-14 tPt
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