When the three hundred blew the trumpets, God aimed each Midianite's sword against his companion, all over the camp.
it's still you, lord. it always has been, always is, and always will be you, lord, who wins the battles, overcomes our challenges, redeems and changes us, works us all the way from the inside out and brings out the best when we give you free rein in our lives, when we let you move unhampered, unlimited, letting go of our reasoning and being content with "because you said so" - it will always be good enough for us. thank you lord for expanding our capacity to believe you, for enlarging our hearts to accommodate more and more of your work, for letting us press on to your high calling for us. thank you jesus.