distressedHe will roar like a lion.
When He roars,
His children will come trembling from the west.
They will come trembling
like birds from Egypt,
like doves from Assyria.
I will settle them in their homes,"
declares the Lord.
—Hosea 11:11-12
I trust myself more than I trust the Lion. Even when I'm aware of the conflict, I plan and maneuver on my own. But it's His battle. Until and unless I recognize that, every move I make will be off. This morning I caught a glimpse of the enemy at work: recognizing that was immediate, yet it took me longer—too long—to realize I should pray. Foolish. I've made a million messes that way.
Roar, Lord. Roar loudly.
