We were born on a battlefield, beautifully disguised as ‘earth’.
Yet, if we could see through the hologram of this material world, we would perceive a cosmic war waging over every precious soul, and Jesus there alongside each one of us, waiting to be invited to do the fighting for us.
Jesus is as near as my beating heart.
His love already crushed Hell, yet the enemy would tempt me into believing that, “Victory isn’t such a sure thing. And Jesus is sort of elusive and unreliable, but look over here! The world is so shiny, so full of shows and sidetracks; forget the big picture, plant your feet in all this temporal stuff and make yourself at home!”
And how easily I succumb to the overwhelm, the distraction, the self-pity, and the grief; the fruit of this heaving world.
Here I live, where the battle seems so ‘flesh and blood’, where quotidian urgencies and relational explosives make here-and-now so frustratingly real and gory. It’s easy to rage at the noise, the chaos, the madness, and the people that surround me, yet it’s all a distraction from that fact that Jesus is near and He’s already won.
Open Hands...Full Heart 
I sometime look at the world and all that is going on, the flesh gets frightened. Then I am reminded that scripture is being fulfilled. It’s going to get worse, but there is no fear in the Lord, perfect love cast out fear. The Persecution will get worse, and wheat and tears will be seperated. Press on my friend, you are in the palm of His hands. In your weakness, He is made strong, and His power shown.
I really identify with what you wrote here, Chana. The flesh is weak, but thank God He is stronger!!