God as King

There was a time not so long ago when I had so many things I wanted to experience that I had no desire for God to come home and take me with Him. This rings true no longer. I find myself begging Him almost on a daily basis to come home and change this sick world into a place with no pain, no fear and no evil. During my worship times I came to an understanding that I was mad at Him for standing by leaving me here to fight while He waited for His perfect time. As I was singing and sobbing I had a truth come to me; one I knew would stick hard in my gut forever. God is not sitting, He is not simply waiting, He is fighting. Knock down drag out bloody fighting. He grabs and pulls and wrestles for each soul not wanting to give even one up to His opponent. At this epiphany I felt so small and petty. I stood and yelled out I will fight Lord! I will fight. My four year old looked at me like I was a lunatic and I, at that moment wondered if in fact I was. God assured me in His sweet way that He was ok with me on the battle field with Him. I know today more than I did yesterday that where He fights I will fight also, and where He goes I will go as well.