Holy Ground : Fighting the Good Fight Wherever You Stand

Some days, when someone tells me they want me to be happy, I have to pause. Not because I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but because the word doesn’t quite fit the terrain I’m walking.

Happiness feels like a summit word.
Joy, maybe.
Relief, perhaps.

But happiness assumes ease, or at least resolution. There are seasons of life; long ones, where the work in front of you is neither easy nor resolved. It’s heavy. Contested. Demanding. The kind of work where progress is measured not in miles but in inches, and every inch feels earned.

I found myself in one of those seasons recently, carrying a low, persistent sense of discontent. Not despair. Not bitterness. Just the quiet fatigue that comes from fighting battles that matter. Battles that don’t offer applause, certainty, or quick wins.

I’ve learned that part of the exhaustion comes from mistaking happiness for the summit; chasing peaks that look convincing from a distance, but collapse the moment you arrive.

While I was sitting in that tension, a friend – someone who, like me, has walked through significant trauma – shared something she said almost in passing:

“My soul feels like it’s doing a lot of holy and sacred work lately.”

The words stopped me cold.

Not because they were dramatic or polished.

But because they named something I had been living inside without language.

Holy Work Rarely Feels Holy

There’s a strange paradox at the heart of holy work: it almost never feels holy while you’re doing it.

It feels like resistance.
Like conflict.
Like standing your ground when everything in you wants to retreat.

Holy work feels disruptive before it feels redemptive. It feels chaotic before it feels peaceful. It feels like battle before it ever feels like blessing.

Scripture is painfully honest about this, even if we sometimes aren’t.

When God is at work, the ground often shakes first.

Burning bushes unsettle shepherds.
Prophetic truth destabilizes kingdoms.
The wilderness strips people down before it builds them up.
The cross looks like failure before it becomes resurrection.

We love the fruit of holy work.
We rarely talk honestly about the cost.

Psychologically, this makes sense. Meaningful work; especially work rooted in values, almost always involves friction. Viktor Frankl, writing out of the trauma of the Holocaust, argued that meaning, not happiness, is the primary human motivator. Happiness, he suggested, is a byproduct; not a goal, and when pursued directly, it often slips through our fingers.

Holy work doesn’t arrive wrapped in serenity.
It arrives wrapped in obedience.

It asks for courage before it offers clarity.
It demands endurance long before it produces peace.

That’s why so many people in the middle of sacred callings feel anything but happy.

Contested Ground Is Still Holy Ground

There’s a line spoken to Moses at the burning bush that we quote often but rarely interrogate:

“Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.”

What we forget is where Moses is standing.

Not in a temple.
Not in safety.
Not in certainty.

He’s standing in the wilderness. Exiled, unsure, carrying the weight of a past mistake and a future calling he doesn’t yet understand.

The holiness of the ground isn’t about comfort.
It’s about presence.

And here’s the truth that changes everything:

Anywhere you walk as a child of God, you are standing on holy ground.

Not because the circumstances are pure.
Not because the conflict is resolved.
But because God is present there with you.

Trauma therapists talk about this in a different language. Integration is the presence of attuned awareness in the middle of chaos, not the absence of chaos itself. Healing doesn’t begin when the danger disappears; it begins when presence enters the space.

Holy ground isn’t the absence of opposition.
It’s the presence of God within it.

That means the courtroom can be holy ground.
The hospital hallway can be holy ground.
The co-parenting conversation you dread can be holy ground.
The quiet, lonely work of protecting truth, dignity, and life can be holy ground.

If you’re walking in obedience; even trembling obedience, you are not wandering aimlessly. You are standing on sacred soil, even if it’s soaked in sweat and tears.

The Good Fight Is Not a Metaphor. It’s a Reality

The language of “the good fight” isn’t poetic fluff. It’s military language. It assumes opposition. It assumes cost.

You don’t armor up for a stroll.
You armor up because blows are coming.

That’s why Scripture talks about shields, helmets, breastplates. Holy work is not safe work. It is necessary work; but it is rarely protected from harm.

This aligns with what leadership researchers have found about moral courage. Ronald Heifetz notes that adaptive leadership (leadership that challenges systems, narratives, or power structures) inevitably provokes resistance, not because it is wrong, but because it disrupts equilibrium.

This doesn’t mean God has abandoned you.
It means the work matters.

If what you’re doing attracts resistance, distortion, or hostility, it may be precisely because it threatens something that prefers darkness, control, or disorder.

The lie we’re often tempted to believe is this:

If God were really in this, it wouldn’t be so hard.

But the deeper truth is often the opposite:

Because God is in this, it is contested.

The good fight isn’t about aggression. It’s about faithfulness. It’s about refusing to surrender ground that was never meant to be given away. Truth, compassion, justice, dignity, love.

Sometimes the bravest act of faith isn’t advancing.
It’s holding the line.

Holy Chaos and the Slow Birth of Peace

One of the most misunderstood aspects of holy work is its relationship to chaos.

We want peace without disruption.
God often brings peace through it.

Creation itself begins in chaos; formless, void, dark. And it is only through God’s presence and ordering that life emerges. That pattern repeats everywhere God is at work.

Psychologically, this mirrors what trauma researchers describe as post-traumatic growth. The idea that disorientation and breakdown can become the soil from which deeper meaning, resilience, and wisdom emerge.

Holy disruption is not destructive for its own sake.
It is productive.

It tears down what cannot sustain life so that something better can take root.

This is why holy work feels exhausting. You are participating in the slow, unseen labor of transformation. You are tilling ground compacted by fear, lies, or harm. You are breaking soil that resists being changed.

No wonder it feels like battle.

But here’s the promise woven into that work:

The end result of holy chaos is peace.

Not shallow peace.
Not fragile peace.

But the kind of peace that has survived fire and emerged stronger for it.

You Do Not Do Holy Work Alone

Here is the quiet mercy that holds everything together:

Holy work is never solitary; even when it feels lonely.

You may not have people walking beside you. You may feel misunderstood, unsupported, or unseen by human eyes. But Scripture is unambiguous about this:

God does not outsource strength.

There’s a reason one of the most defiant images in the Psalms is this:

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.”

God doesn’t wait until the conflict is over to nourish you. He doesn’t postpone provision until the threat is gone. He feeds you in the middle of it.

That table is set in contested space.
In the presence of accusation.
In the shadow of opposition.

That’s not comfort; it’s combat grace.

Psychologist Brené Brown describes this as grounded confidence. The ability to remain anchored in values even when external affirmation disappears. Strength that isn’t dependent on approval. Worth that isn’t contingent on outcome.

I’ve come to realize that standing on holy ground requires more than conviction. It requires anchoring practices that keep you steady when the ground itself is shaking.

You are not sustained because the battle ends.
You are sustained so you can remain faithful within it.

Walking as a Child of God Changes the Terrain

Here is the reframe that has steadied me more than once:

You don’t have to reach holy ground.
You bring it with you.

Not because of your righteousness.
But because of God’s presence within you.

That means every step taken in integrity matters.
Every choice to remain soft-hearted in a hard world matters.
Every refusal to become what hurt you matters.

Trauma work often names this as values-based living. Even when emotions fluctuate, values remain stable; and living in alignment with them reduces despair and increases resilience.

You are not just enduring your circumstances.
You are sanctifying them by how you walk through them.

This doesn’t mean you have to feel strong all the time. Holy ground is often soaked with tears. But it does mean your exhaustion is not meaningless.

Even when happiness feels distant, meaning is close.

And meaning (slow, steady, hard-won meaning) is often the bridge that carries us until joy can return.

Standing, Not Escaping

There’s a temptation in holy work to believe relief will come from escape.

If I could just get out of this season…
If I could just reach the other side…
If I could just stop fighting…

But Scripture tells a different story.

Often, holiness isn’t about leaving.
It’s about standing.

Standing in truth.
Standing in love.
Standing in obedience when the cost is high.

That kind of standing reshapes the ground beneath your feet.

And one day; often long after the battle, you look back and realize something astonishing:

What felt like survival, was actually formation.

What felt like chaos, was actually consecration.

What felt like endless fighting, was holy ground all along.

A Question for the Trail Ahead

So maybe the question isn’t “Why doesn’t this feel happy?”

Maybe the better questions are:

• What ground am I holding right now?
  
• What am I protecting that matters?
  
• What kind of peace might this work be quietly making possible?
  

If you are walking with God; especially when it’s hard, you are not lost.

You are standing on holy ground.
Even here.
Especially here.

And the good fight you’re fighting?

It is not in vain.