I arose this morning at 4:30 to a fearful pit in my stomach. I am a middle school teacher and I have the dreaded early duty OR I might be sleeping those extra minutes at 4:30, but today was strangely different. (Side note for teachers-good thing I will receive that overtime check this month for working those 9 hour days-bahahaha) I had that horrible feeling that something was wrong. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what it was and why I was gripped by fear. No answers.
Last night at our weekly bible study, my husband and I along with some wonderful Christian friends got to have a great conversation about Christ, the bible, God…this went on for quite some time. We were all so excited that this young man honestly shared his heart with us. We hope is that God planted some seeds that He will now water. His word will not return void.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:10-11
As I thought about that conversation, I thought about a familiar thing that sometimes happens. When I have been blessed to have a conversation with someone that could possibly have some strongholds, feathers get ruffled. The enemy is being challenged. Territory that has been his is being shaken up. And something is getting angry.
Not too many weeks ago, I was gripped by fear over something that was not monumental, but I allowed it to grow. God shook me up, basically saying, “Snap out of it! What’s wrong with you?”
So this morning at 5 am, I reminded the enemy of his future address and mine. In Matthew 4, when the enemy came after Jesus, He spoke from the Word of God back at him. We need to always be ready to do the same.
This morning I read these verses. Maybe you need them today.
I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Psalm 16:8 NIV
*I like Psalms at moments like this.
All of Psalm 17
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2-3 NIV
No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in judgment you will condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, And their vindication is from Me,” declares the LORD. Isaiah 54:17 NAS
No weapon formed.
It’s like the Chihuahua that was in the back window of someone’s car in the Kroger parking lot. When I and another man walked past the car, it went berserk, snarling and barking with all its might. Last week a wasp made its way not my middle school classroom. Middle schoolers started screaming like girls. They weren’t girls.
I refuse to be afraid of something that is smaller than me.
I refuse to be afraid of something that my God is bigger than. I refuse to be afraid of something that I have power over. My God is bigger and more powerful. I am nothing, but He is everything. I am covered by the blood of a King. I am His.
No weapon formed.
I’ve got friends in high places.
Happy Manic Monday