“Are you not from everlasting,
O Lord my God, my Holy One?
We shall not die.
O Lord, you have ordained them as a judgment,
and you, O Rock, have established them for reproof.”
—Habakkuk 1:12 ESV
When I was a kid, my parents used to take video games from my brothers and me as a form of punishment after we acted like nimrods. It was like our world was falling apart: “Mom, Dad, please don’t do this! It’s not fair to take away the Xbox!” We were brats.
Sometimes, the pleading would turn into anger: “You really ARE the worst. I hate you!” we’d say, without an ounce of wisdom in our bones.
“Alright, we’re going to DOUBLE that time away from Xbox,” Dad would say.
And then we would really shut up. “OK. I’m sorry—you know I didn’t mean that…”
That’s the feeling I get reading this chapter over and over in Habakkuk. A spoiled brat angry at God, and God pronouncing punishment. And the next words out of Habakkuk’s mouth are, “Oh God, you are so wonderful! I love you! Sorry about all my complaining!”
Daily Battle Order:
What complaining has been coming from YOUR heart lately? Your anger is better directed at Satan instead of God. Put on the armor of God, confess, and be a man.