What a week.
I don’t think that I have
ever been in a position that has required so much, however I have never been in
a position that has returned so much. Two
things new to me that I wish I had applied years ago: audibly renouncing satan and glorifying God.
A few nights ago, I felt a
weight like I have never felt. I got in
that quiet state. You know the one? Severe irritability, easily angered, often misunderstood,
and overly analytical. The kind that you
just want to run away to a fa raway place and never return. Most men claim that only women have these
“moments”, but I am here to tell ya….that’s been me this week; a complete ball
of fun.
I have had many of these
“moods” in the past, as you probably know, but recently, I have solely diagnosed
them to the work of the dark side.
Spiritual attacks will always be there, but my vulnerability to them is
directly related to my time spent in communication with God. I have recently spent more time talking to
myself than Him. Suddenly, what should
be my good days become my bad days and what should be my bad days become my
good ones. Focus off, therefore truth
distorted. Shouldn't success be measured
by how many victories I have been a part of vs. how easily my day went? These “moods” come when I have had a
succession of losses/hurts over a long period of time.
1)
“Sally” looked at
me with an abnormal face.
2)
My friend went to
that person when they would typically ask me?!
3)
Crap….where’s my
wallet?
4)
Twisted ankle.
5)
Freakin bugs…
6)
Some strange,
scary dream about kids and corpses.
7)
Diesel in my
truck.
8)
“Sally” with the
face again.
9)
Stressed…no
sleep.
Shouldn’t my day read like
this?
1)
Victory
“History split by
sacrifice,
God’s perfect son gave up
his life,
To ransom back the lost
and dead,
Paying the price justice
demands.
True love was shown true
love defined,
As He was scorned and
crucified,
He tore the vale, bridged
the divide,
Taking us from darkness to
light.
As He was broken, Heaven
was opened,
Our judgment lifted, our
sins acquitted,
His loving kindness freely
invites us,
Into the realms of grace.
Sing a new song,
Sing of His goodness,
Sing of His goodness,
Sing of His wonderful
love.”
Jeremy Riddle
“Acquitted”
