Victory Amidst Defeat

Discouragement is one of the concepts that crosses all sectors of humanity. It's the result of being human in a broken world. So, because I inhabit planet Earth, I've experienced my fair share. I won't for a moment pretend that the situations that have brought about my discouragement would even register on the tragedy scale – but as I've explained before, my heart is frail anyway.

In my short life, I've experienced discouragement ranging from mild to severe on several occasions. Some was the direct result of a life happenstance, some was mere emotional turmoil – a gift from my enemy. Typically, this discouragement is confined to one realm of my life and does not bleed into the others, making it easier to handle.

Recently, an onslaught of discouragement afflicted all three major realms of my life simultaneously – Logistical Trivialities (into which my employment falls), Personal Relationships, and Ministry. Immediately after the last discouraging puzzle piece slid into place, I flew into my bed and vowed to stay there until God finally saw fit to take me Home.

There's really no way to describe what happened next. It consisted of many tears and much prayer. I said a lot and heard very little in return. I called up the Prayer Troops and begged for their intercession. There was a fair amount of bargaining, and some begging for time to rewind. The bottom had dropped out; life was unraveling; I had become a messy puddle of a person.

Then God blessed me with sleep. And when I awoke – whether the result of mental recalibration or the prayers of my prayer warriors, I shall never know – peace was mine once again. Mental clarity ruled, and for a brief instant I recalled the blubbering fool I had been less than an hour before. That Past Nora was not a Victorious Nora; that was a Defeated Nora. But defeat is not one of the fruits of the Spirit, nor is it a characteristic of a child of God. My flesh had won – but now I was on to it. Now I was aware of its little game.

So I have vowed never to let myself be so defeated again. I won't be arrogant enough to vow never to be at all defeated, because unless sweet relief from life comes this instant, that vow will soon be broken. But I will not surrender as easily next time. Next time I fly to my bed, it will be because something far worse has happened to me than has ever happened to me before. And next time I meet this same amount of discouragement, I will blubber for a shorter amount of time and waste fewer words in bargaining. And if I am made to live long enough and endure enough disappointment, one day I will experience complete victory over the urge to fly to my bed and blubber and bargain. One day I hope to meet discouragement head-on – unflinchingly.

Until then, Lord, I ask only for victory amidst this defeat.