As the missiles come so close to my head that the wind generated blows my hair, I am shaken back to the reality that I’m in the midst of a war. Be careful where you step…be careful of any sudden movement. This battle isn’t one fought by our military forces. No, this battle is fought by me..by you. This battle is against the enemy who comes like a thief. “The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy.” John 10:10
While the thief has a mission to destroy my faith, my walk, and my family, I have hope. Hope that has been created because of God’s promise to me. John 10:10 doesn’t end with the purpose of the thief. No…it goes on to provide hope. Hope because of Jesus. He says, “I have come so that they may have life and have it in abundance.” I need that reminder in such a tremendous way this week. How about you?
This week I have suffered from what I’ll call emotional whiplash. One moment I’m given wonderful news, and the next my heart breaks. One moment, I battle with a doctor, trying to get her to understand that I’m worried about my son. Worried that something is very wrong. She fails to listen. My son, feeling hurt and angry falls to pieces. I fall right along side of him. I’m Mom. I’m supposed to be able to protect him. We join in a harmonious tune of sobs and deep breaths. I promise to work to make this better…and I pray. Oh how I pray. Then whiplash occurs as just a short time later joy abounds as I receive a phone call about exciting opportunities for my Bible journaling life. My desire to minister to women, and the call to do so overcomes the sadness…the hurt. Yep…whiplash.
I pray. Y’all, there is no greater prayer than that of a mother who needs to protect her child. No matter how old he gets, you mess with my baby, you get psycho momma! More whiplash as the phone rings from my great news. It’s the head of the clinic at our children’s hospital needing to know what happened earlier in the day. Here we go..reliving the hurt all over again. Tears fall again. Hurt…then joy…then hurt…Whiplash! The day seemed like it would never end. Exhaustion overcomes me, and yet sleep eludes me because my mind won’t stop. Y’all, I couldn’t even focus long enough to pray.
Then the Lord sends me a verse…a series of verses. Ephesians 6:10-13, “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”
Dear Sister, that’s it! That’s what I needed to be reminded. We are at war against the powers of this dark world. That thief and his minions have come to steal, kill and destroy. They scheme against me…against you…using all that is near and dear to us. Oh, but dear Sister…we can overcome! Our Lord Jesus came to this earth so that we would have life.
Suddenly, the Lord reminds me that I wasn’t fulling suiting up in my armor. His scripture doesn’t tell us to grab only the sword, or only the shield. His scripture tells us that we must put on the FULL armor of God. Y’all, I was so rushed in my life, that I was not taking the time to fully suit up. I was leaving vulnerable places for the enemy to attack. Dear Sister, the worst part is…his team was landing hits. I was angry, frustrated, hurt, and feeling helpless. Oh dear Sister…I wasn’t wearing my armor!
The next day, I suited up. I prayed. I asked others to pray. I trusted the Lord fully to carry us through. Then the enemy tried his attacks again. More emotional whiplash. Overwhelming joy in news that dear ones in my life were granted a miracle of a pregnancy. As I pushed the end call button on my phone, my voicemail tone rang. A message that a dear, sweet friend had suffered a heart attack. Yep…emotional whiplash. Only this time the attack failed y’all! It failed because I had suited up full in the armor of God.
I had bathed my heart and mind in God’s truth. I was praying every moment I had, and it was then that I found peace. It was then that the attacks began to slow down. Today y’all, they stopped. No missiles whizzing by my head. Or maybe they did, and my Helmet Of Salvation stopped the wind and the sound. It certainly protected me from the casualty of yet another attack.
God and I have spoken a great deal the last few days. He placed a song in my mind that I can’t stop singing. He bathed my soul in peace. Dear Sister, He can do it for you too. Have you been under attack? Have the missiles been grazing you head, or worse…have they landed and torn your soul? You can come back from this! You are a chosen daughter of God! You are a powerful force! Go put on that sassy suit of God’s armor. Clothe yourself fully in His truth, peace, righteousness, faith, salvation, spirit, and prayer. Then dear Sister, you wield that mighty word of God and you too will win the battle. What’s even greater…you will win the war! You already have if Christ is your Savior. All you have to do is suit up.