Repeatedly I’ve come to the end of my formulas and doctrines and resorted to the step that never fails me. I cry out, “Help me, Jesus, help me!”.

And He always answers. Always. He has never ignored this cry. It seems similar to a cry King David often made, although not the exact words.

“I cry out to the Lord; I plead for the Lord’s mercy” Psalm 142:1 

It always seems to be my last resort because I have so much teaching about our appropriate response to problems and I try to take those steps first. I try raising my shield, drawing my sword, speaking the Word. And sometimes they work, sometimes they take time to work, and sometimes it seems I’m swinging my arms in the air hitting nothing. When the last scenario seems to be the order of the battle, then I cry out.

Afterward, I wonder if I haven’t learned to fight properly. Am I not doing it right? I’m failing. Then I realize He never fails. He always rescues me. He never leaves me or forsakes me. And on top of that, He never condemns me. His attitude is one of ‘this is the way it should be’. He saunters along beside me as though this is the natural course of action.

Maybe it is. Maybe I am doing it wrong. But not in the wrong way I thought. But I’m doing the formula. I’m performing the strategy as we have all been taught. Yet it occurs to me that our enemy was also in those classes. He also heard the formula and learned our strategy. He prepared the obstruction for that method and blocked the road yet again. However, Jesus, Himself, is the one weapon he can’t block or obstruct.

Therefore, I have determined to continue fighting the battles as they arise in my life along my pathway, but I will not condemn myself for resorting to the final weapon. I think I will resort to Him sooner.

I will cry out because Jesus is still my salvation.