2 Chronicles 20:15b
Thus saith the LORD unto you, Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God’s.
I heard this story told recently…I have no idea whether it is true. I do, however, like the point of the story.
Two good friends were hanging out on the beach. One of the friends was an on-duty lifeguard. While hanging out, talking and laughing, the lifeguard’s friend noticed a man who had begun to struggle in the water. “Hey, man,” he said, “that guy looks like he is having some trouble.”
“Yeah, he is,” was his friend’s reply. He then continued their previous conversation.
“Dude, I really think that guy needs some help,” said the lifeguard’s friend.
“Yeah, he does,” replied the lifeguard, who still was not making his way down to the water to help the struggling man. The struggling man, at this point, begins to scream and fling his arms in desperation.
“Ok, dude, what gives?” the lifeguard’s friend asked. “Why are you ignoring that man’s need for help?”
The lifeguard looked at his friend. “I am not ignoring him,” he began. “You see, while he is struggling, there is no need to go down there to help him. He thinks that he is doing all he can on his own to keep himself from drowning.”
The lifeguard’s friend looked confused. “That is so cruel,” he answered. “You are standing here letting the man panic before you go and rescue him.”
“Well, what you don’t understand,” replied the lifeguard, “is that while he is struggling, no one can help him. He thinks he can do it all on his own. As a matter of fact, if I go out there and try to help him now, he will likely pull me under also. Once he gives up, then I can go rescue him, because he will have no choice but to depend on my help.”
When I heard that story, I thought of my own struggles. I thought of how there have been times in my life when I thought I was drowning, and I would fling my arms, kick my legs, scream and yell for help, and no one, including God would come to my rescue. Finally, I would get tired of flinging my arms, kicking my legs, screaming and yelling for help, and I would just give up the fight. That is when God would come in and do what He promised, which is to fight the battle for me. There would be no need for Him to come in before that, because as long as I was fighting for myself, manipulating situations, and trying to work it out in my own, then I was acting as if I didn’t need His help.
The point I am making is that I have finally learned that God has a plan, and if we just let go of our agendas and let God work His plan, then everything would work out for our good just like He said in His Word.