Day 99

Joshua 9–10 | Acts 2:14–41 | Psalm 42

It was a day unlike any other.

The enemy armies were in full retreat. Hailstones were falling from the sky—directed by the hand of God Himself. But the sun was sinking, and Israel needed more time. So Joshua looked up and did something wild.

He prayed for the sun to stand still.

And it did.

“There has never been a day like it before or since, when the Lord listened to a human being. Surely the Lord was fighting for Israel.” (Joshua 10:14)

It wasn’t Joshua’s leadership.

It wasn’t Israel’s strength.

It wasn’t military brilliance or flawless strategy.

It was God.

God stepped in. And when He did, everything changed.

When God Fights for You

I’ve read this passage before and marveled at the miracle of it. A frozen sun. A day that wouldn’t end. A battlefield wrapped in divine intervention.

But this time, it wasn’t the miracle that stopped me.

It was the line: “Surely the Lord was fighting for Israel.”

Because that’s the line I need right now.

I need to know that God is fighting for me—not just when I’m strong, but when I’m tired. When my arms are heavy and my feet are dragging. When the battlefield looks more like a hospital waiting room or a job uncertainty or a dark stretch of waiting that just won’t lift.

I’ve had moments in this recovery where I felt like the sun was setting too soon. I needed more time. More progress. More clarity. I didn’t want to ask for a miracle—I just wanted the ache to ease. I wanted some proof that God saw me.

And sometimes, He showed up in small ways: a text from a friend. A shared meal. A moment of unexpected peace.

But sometimes? He didn’t show up small.

He showed up big.

He showed up through the skill of a microsurgeon and the comfort of a nurse named Martha. He showed up through a community that rallied without being asked. He showed up through my wife’s and daughter’s tears when they were scared for me—and my own when I realized I couldn’t fix that fear. Only God could.

And He did.

He fought for me.

The God Who Listens to a Man

The writer of Joshua tells us this kind of day had never happened before:

“The Lord listened to a human being.”

That’s what undid me this morning.

The God who commands galaxies paused to hear the voice of one man. And not just to hear—but to act. To intervene. To move heaven and earth because a broken, dust-formed human dared to ask.

And in Acts 2, He does it again.

The Spirit descends. Peter steps forward. And a once-frightened man preaches the risen Christ with fire in his bones. And 3,000 people are saved.

Not because Peter crafted the perfect sermon.

Not because the timing was ideal.

Not because they deserved it.

Because God was fighting for them.

What If He’s Still Fighting for You?

Maybe your battle doesn’t look like Joshua’s.

Maybe it’s a slow, silent war in your own soul. A struggle with anxiety. A dual with depression. A numbness you can’t shake. A longing for something to change—anything—to prove He hasn’t forgotten you.

Or maybe you’re standing in the middle of something miraculous, but you’re too exhausted to see it.

Whatever it is, here’s what I want you to know:

God still listens.

God still steps in.

God still fights for His people.

And even when the sun keeps sinking, and your strength feels spent, and you’re not sure if your prayers are bold enough or your faith strong enough—He hears you.

He is not distant.

He is not passive.

He is not waiting to be impressed.

He is already on the move.

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Lord, thank You for being the God who listens when I call and fights for me when I can’t fight for myself. I don’t always see it. I don’t always feel it. But I believe it. Teach me to pray like Joshua—with boldness, trust, and expectation. And when the battle drags on, remind me: You have not left. You are still moving. You are still near. You are still fighting. Amen.