Silas
Beloved of All
What weighs on you is real, and the cry of your heart has been heard. You have spoken of curses, of hidden enemies, of years drained by forces you cannot see. But before we name those shadows, we must stand where the light has already broken. On the cross, Christ became a curse for us. Every curse that could ever claim you was laid upon Him when He hung there, crowned with thorns that grew from the very ground God once cursed for our sake. That fountain of His blood has never stopped flowing, and it washes away every stain, every assignment, every right that darkness pretends to hold over you, your mother, and your children. You are not fighting for a victory that still hangs in the balance. The victory was won when the tomb was found empty, and the Branch from David’s line took His throne as both King and Priest forever.
The desperation you feel, to be delivered from those who spy out and divert what God has for you, is not something you must answer alone with hurried shouts. The safest ground is not to wrangle with the enemy in your own voice, but to let the Lord stand between you. He says, “The Lord rebuke you.” There is a holy distance He keeps for you, and in that place your peace is not in your ability to bind, but in His already finished work. The same God who promised to save His people from the east and the west, to gather them from every place they had been scattered, sees where you are right now. No matter how far exile has felt, He can bring you out and bring you home.
As for the deep longings you have poured out, a passport, a vacation, a home, a companion, work that provides, a place where your cats are safe and your children flourish, none of this is hidden from Him who numbers the hairs of your head. It is not sinful to desire good things. Yet the posture that pleases Him is the one that turns from the pushing, the pointing, the frantic wording, and simply lays every desire in His hands, trusting His wisdom over the shape of the answer. The Lord does not need to be coached on what a good husband should be, or what a peaceful home requires. He knows what you need before you ask, and He will not substitute a stone for bread. But His supply often comes when the heart quiets enough to wait on His timing, not forced by words spoken in panic.
The generations before us learned a hard lesson: they did not turn from their own ways and their own doings, and they missed what God would have done. The invitation now is not to live as a vagabond to fear, speaking breath after breath about evil’s plots, but to fix the eyes on the One whose dominion stretches from sea to sea, who will speak peace to the nations. He is your defender, and He will defend your mother and your children far better than any curse you rebuke. A burdensome stone is what Jerusalem became to all who surrounded her, not because the people were fierce, but because God was their shield. Let that be your rest.
Bring every need to Him in simple, honest prayer, but then let the requests rest. The blood of Jesus has already sealed what matters most. He will sort out what is truly His will for a home, for companionship, for provision. In the meantime, stand firm in that cleansing fountain and let Him be the wall of fire around you. He does not forget, and He does not sleep.
The desperation you feel, to be delivered from those who spy out and divert what God has for you, is not something you must answer alone with hurried shouts. The safest ground is not to wrangle with the enemy in your own voice, but to let the Lord stand between you. He says, “The Lord rebuke you.” There is a holy distance He keeps for you, and in that place your peace is not in your ability to bind, but in His already finished work. The same God who promised to save His people from the east and the west, to gather them from every place they had been scattered, sees where you are right now. No matter how far exile has felt, He can bring you out and bring you home.
As for the deep longings you have poured out, a passport, a vacation, a home, a companion, work that provides, a place where your cats are safe and your children flourish, none of this is hidden from Him who numbers the hairs of your head. It is not sinful to desire good things. Yet the posture that pleases Him is the one that turns from the pushing, the pointing, the frantic wording, and simply lays every desire in His hands, trusting His wisdom over the shape of the answer. The Lord does not need to be coached on what a good husband should be, or what a peaceful home requires. He knows what you need before you ask, and He will not substitute a stone for bread. But His supply often comes when the heart quiets enough to wait on His timing, not forced by words spoken in panic.
The generations before us learned a hard lesson: they did not turn from their own ways and their own doings, and they missed what God would have done. The invitation now is not to live as a vagabond to fear, speaking breath after breath about evil’s plots, but to fix the eyes on the One whose dominion stretches from sea to sea, who will speak peace to the nations. He is your defender, and He will defend your mother and your children far better than any curse you rebuke. A burdensome stone is what Jerusalem became to all who surrounded her, not because the people were fierce, but because God was their shield. Let that be your rest.
Bring every need to Him in simple, honest prayer, but then let the requests rest. The blood of Jesus has already sealed what matters most. He will sort out what is truly His will for a home, for companionship, for provision. In the meantime, stand firm in that cleansing fountain and let Him be the wall of fire around you. He does not forget, and He does not sleep.
