I guess it is possible that King David was dwelling on actual physical warfare when he penned the following words, but it makes me think of people whose words make a difference.
Psalm 144:1 – Blessed be the Lord, my Rock and my keen and firm Strength, Who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight. (AMP)
Maybe you aren't a writer. Maybe God is teaching your fingers how to fight in a different war. This verse may speak to you of gentle fingers cuddling a crying child or a frustrated hubby navigating his big rig through a maze of puny cars.
Tinier digits possibly struggle with their first piano lesson or grade three spelling. Somewhere, a teenager is refusing illegal drugs. A friend desperately clutches a podium while she gives her testimony for the first time.
Perhaps you think your fingers aren't doing anything worthwhile. Maybe you yearn for children to hurry up and grow out of the house. Or you struggle with a job you thoroughly dislike, such as caring for a difficult relative. Maybe no one is interested in the grand novel that you just finished.
Take heart. God knows what our fingers are up to. He's teaching them how to do their job the best way possible.
He trains us up to do our best for His glory. When we live with that in mind, every one of our fighting fingers will win the war.
Prayer: Lord, forgive us for despising any task that You've placed into our hands, whether it be grand or mediocre. Help us to remember that our smallest obedience changes the world. Amen.