Last week’s chiropractic adjustments did wonders for my lower back and now my doctor is my new best friend. There are a few things he can’t adjust like my stiff right knee, but he demonstrated exercises I can do. The other thing he addressed is my over-pronated, flat feet so I’m on the hunt for a new pair of shoes with extra support. The battle is not thoroughly won, but I’m educated for the problems I face and I’m on my way to solve them.
It’s so odd that at this same time I’m getting educated in the “Shoes of Peace,” part of the armor I put on every day but have forgotten how dynamic it is. Last night I tuned into a Bible teaching and am eager to share it because many of us are in a spiritual battle.
First, it helped to be reminded that the enemy is not the abusive person in my life using artillery of emotional and mental tactics. Christians fight against the despotisms, the master spirits who are world rulers of this present darkness, against forces of wickedness in the heavenly sphere.
What’s so neat, I’m reminded, is that the Shoes of Peace that we wear bring peace or Shalom to the situations we encounter. Shalom means the state of wholeness where nothing is missing, nothing is broken and war or strife is absent. So when I come up against anarchists meaning those people or situations I find myself in where chaos and confusion and disorder is displayed against me and there is an absence of cohesive principles that promote purposes for good, then I have to remember that my shoes of peace will keep me focused and that peace throws a heavy blow to the center of anarchy.
I can’t do it all. I rejoice in what I can do, namely, wear my armor every day and put it on with meaning and purpose. It’s kind of like slipping on the new shoes that will correct my arch so I can function better. And I add that the Lord does what I cannot do. I’m reminded of Ephesians 2:6 where it says that He raised us up together and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus. He rules the heavenlies.
How do your shoes fit these days?
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