"How did I get here?" I often ask myself this question, but often times a better question to ask is "How do I get out?" This past week has been one of those weeks.
In my mind I can see a little red sniper laser, pointed at my forehead. I try ducking, dodging, putting my hand in front of it, glaring in any direction that I think the sniper may be in. Telling him to back off and leave me alone! Still it's almost as if I can feel that laser.
I realize that I am a target for the enemy, why shouldn't I be? I'm a prayer warrior, I'm a daughter of the King, I'm speaking into peoples' lives. I'm chosen, called, appointed and annointed, the enemy would love to be able to take me out. I'm an armor bearer, I hold up the arms of my leaders and I keep my eyes wide open, I would take a bullet for them. If the enemy can't take out my leader then his next favorite thing in the world would be to take me out and so hurt my leader.
Still it seems that he would've shot me already, this laser dot has been here a long time, unless, hmmm. Unless the little red laser is nothing more than a scare tactic. The enemy only has the power over me that I give him. If I am not intimidated by his stupid little red sniper laser then I will never get sniped. Well that was simple!
The truth is, the devil only attacks those he knows are a threat, and I'm proud to say that I AM a threat. I am doing things that the enemy hates! There is a whiteboard in hell with my name on it but that doesn't scare me! I have a greater force on my side.
If God is for me, who can be against me? No weapon formed against me shall prosper!
Come ON! This is God I'm talking about! He created me! He loves me! He is so big, bigger than any giant I've ever or will ever face. There is nothing that is too difficult for me when God is on my side. And God is on my side, or rather I am on His. He's my Father and together we still walk hand in hand. He guides me through it all. He loves me too much.
Now what? Ignore the little sniper dot? No, but run to the Lord and find my refuge and my safety living in His arms. I run into His gates by giving thanks in every little thing. I know that He hides me under the shadow of His wings. He holds me in His arms. I don't have to fight this alone.
The picture is of a baby bear, in his curious wanderings he happens across a mountain lion, so much bigger than him, that wants to eat him as a snack. The baby bear stands and roars at his foe, a small and silly roar, but the mountain lion turns tail and runs as if scared of dying. Then the baby bear, feeling quite proud of himself turns around and sees that his Mama was standing behind him the whole time and that is why the mountain lion ran. This is just like me. So I'm gonna stand confident and roar at the enemy. It's not me, it's Christ in me. I CAN do all things through Him who gives me strength.
And I just preached myself happy!
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