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Endure Hardness as a Good Soldier


In Sunday School we (the ladies class) are studying the book of II Timothy together. As I studied for this week’s lesson, the Lord seemed to drive home this thought to me “endure hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.” Things in our world have been a little challenging the last few weeks, you know how it is, when the dishwasher breaks so does the washing machine. The Lord has been using these “little” things to teach me how to endure hard times as a good soldier.

I don’t know if you have realized it yet, but we are in a battle. The devil is trying his best to creep in and attack while we are busy cooking dinner and helping the kids with homework. You know what I mean? Life is SO busy; I think it is busy for most everyone. I mean, we homeschool our kids and don’t have any extracurricular activities and yet we are still SO busy! I imagine that is why Paul wrote this verse next:

                “No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.” II Timothy 2:4

It’s quite difficult to endure the hardness as a good soldier when we are too busy to even realize that we are in a war!

As I write this post, I am waiting on test results for one of my children. I am praying for good results and trusting the Lord for grace no matter what. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time to be wrapped up in this world and all it entangles me with, I am in a war and it is my desire to endure hardness as a good soldier.

So, as I close this post and ask myself I must ask you, what in this life has you entangled?

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