{"id":3825,"date":"2020-11-08T19:04:00","date_gmt":"2020-11-09T00:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=3825"},"modified":"2020-12-21T19:20:14","modified_gmt":"2020-12-22T00:20:14","slug":"who-trains-my-hands-for-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/who-trains-my-hands-for-war\/","title":{"rendered":"Who Trains My Hands for War"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Blessed be the Lord, my rock, <strong>who trains my hands for war<\/strong>, and my fingers for battle; &#8230;.. he is my <strong><em>steadfast love<\/em><\/strong> and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge.  Psalm 144:1-2, Psalm 145:14-19<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Liam&#8217;s conception keeps coming back to me over and over.  It always felt as though God had called him for a specific purpose in His kingdom, just as He had asked me to call him into existence at a specific time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3828\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12-1536x1025.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-12.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Now this?  Why?  This feels like thwart, not the purpose.  I feel confused.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I resonated so much with the women in the Bible who prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for a child.  Hannah.  Sarah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3826\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10-1536x1025.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/11-1-10.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This morning God reminded me that Sarah also tried to figure it out.  She even took it into her own hands to make the promise work.  It&#8217;s my job to live with the not knowing.  To know he is called and to live in the middle of the story where it looks impossible.  It&#8217;s my job to believe Him. More than faith in the miracle, I need a whole-hearted belief in God.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; &#8230;.. he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p39ynQ-ZH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3825"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3830,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3825\/revisions\/3830"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}