If our enemy seeks to destroy us, he will find the chinks and holes in our armour and focus all of his effort, all of his slashes and stabs, all of his fiery arrows at that one spot. Our enemy is not creative. Our enemy is not all-powerful. But if we refuse to protect those chinks, to defend those vulnerable parts, we are just as uncreative and stupid as he.
Say I have a weakness for cake. (Be it, theft, lust, violence, alcohol, lies, defamation, gossip)
But I just REALLY love cake.
I think about cake all the time, I draw pictures of cake. I enjoy even being in the presence of cake, it comforts me, it gives me a rush. Then the chink in my armour needs to be repaired, or protected from our attacker. Because now we have an addiction, an unwise relationship, with, cake. And some of these things aren’t bad in themselves, it’s just an unsafe excessive reliance on…. cake.
So, one could take off our armour completely and put it in the shop for repair. God is a God of full redemption and healing, and we have to let him fully repair us. Go deep into the recesses of experiential wounding. Not mere patching. Because patching can do more damage than not.
But we are more likely to patch the chink. Because it seems easier and less painful. We get to keep our armour on, and just cover the vulnerable spot with another piece of metal, instead of taking the thing off and being vulnerable for a time.
What have you been patching?
What parts of your armour does God want to take completely off to repair, and heal?
Let him. He is the greatest blacksmith even known.