Battle Studies

"The land of the free, and the home of the brave.."
(Last photo I took on Afghan soil)

With Kabul & the Afghan Parliament under attack by the Taliban yesterday, I could not really put a grasp around the idea that  I was supposed to be there right now. My room in Kabul shared walls with the Afghan police post that guarded the Parliament building, just 20 steps away. I sit here, in safety, writing this post and praying for the brave souls who remain there. 

But then I think of my flesh and its natural desires that wanted to be in the rubbles of such disaster and how God allowed me to flee from all of that. Leaving Afghanistan was the hardest decision I ever made, not because I was called to stay there, but because I fought against every dust of my pride that longed to remain in a safety zone for wallowing pity.

I find that such bravery came in disguise, as He delivered me from an inner place far more dangerous than that of lockdowns & Taliban– my heart. I praise Him because I am not there anymore.

"...for when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:10