I was thinking the other day of a battle I won simply because I didn’t fight it.
More than once, I had been sorely tempted to wade into the fray on my own behalf. After all, in my thinking, I had been badly treated. Why shouldn’t I feel free to point it out or do something about it?
Every time I got to that point, the Lord arrested me. If my life belongs to him, then so do all my battles. When I get involved, I never know how much of my cause is really just, and how much is my own injured pride or self-interest.