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The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
the righteous run to it and they are safe.
Proverbs 18:10


For the past several weeks there has been a campaign by the enemy to steal my joy. This happens every now and then in my life. I'm not shocked when it does, Jesus warned us that it would, repeatedly but most obviously in John 10:10, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” So when I find myself in these seasons where the thief is trying to steal my joy I run to the name of the Lord. Sounds simple enough, right? Run and be safe.

It is simple on some level, I'm sure but these past few weeks it has been anything but that. The thing is when the “thief” sees our reaction, running to Jesus, clinging to Him, that just makes him mad and he tries harder. Remember when you were a kid and had a teacher who didn't like you? You wanted to tell your mom and have her make you feel better but you hesitated because if mom then talked to the mean teacher things were only going to get worse. That's kind of what can happen here.

When the enemy sees us rushing toward God, (Imagine him getting “the look” from our Father!) he doubles his efforts in an “oh no you didn't” kind of way. Perhaps he's poked at your health but you've gone to the Word and you're standing on Isaiah where it says that “by His wounds we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5) Now he's really mad so he digs into your bank account and you respond by remembering that God is never outdone in generosity so you give something away. Uh-oh! Now you've done it! The enemy up his efforts until truly no stone is unturned. You've had to fight your way through every area of your life, including some doubts about your faith.

If we all take those fears, illnesses, doubts, etcetera to the strong tower that is the name of our Lord, if we refuse to be defeated, battered sure, angry maybe, hurt of course, but not defeated, the enemy is left with no choice but to flee.

There is something in my life right now that is hard to face. It shouldn't be. It should be joyful but for reasons I cannot define or understand it just isn't. I want to avoid it but I know better. My response last night as I knew the event was coming today was to chat with God about the many times He has surprised me with little pieces of joy, not big miracle moments, just ordinary things that in His hands, in His perfect timing, become precious.

This morning the enemy is mad! He's trying everything he can to get my attention but so far, no success. I can feel the hand of God staying the attacks. I can see Him calmly smiling at me as if to say, “enough is enough. I let him through a little but his fun is over. Go and enjoy.” So I'm going and I plan to enjoy. Oh and I'll be praying that if you are experiencing an attack that you will rush into the strong tower that is the name of God. He has many names, pick one, sing it, say it, shout it but run and don't stop running until you feel safe.

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