Imagine a struggle-free life where everything goes according to plan. All of your hopes and dreams fall right into place. Nothing can stop you. Every idea you conceive comes to fruition with very little effort on your part; all you did was dream. When adversity comes your way, you merely turn your back to it, and it no longer exists. Can you imagine that?
If you were able to put yourself into that scenario for the few seconds it took to read it, that’s good. The power of our minds to dream is truly fascinating. Some might call this a “vision”. Others might see it as completely ridiculous. My thoughts on that scenario are somewhere in the middle. Besides, as believers, we know that our life’s journey isn’t struggle-free. It’s filled with twists, turns, bumps, and potholes-- not just nicely paved roads.
Until last week, I don’t ever recall having the stamina to pray without ceasing. Until last week, I don’t remember asking God to command his Angels concerning me and my family to guard us in all our ways. Until last week, I don’t remember praising the Lord in advance in my car through songs that had not yet been written. As you might imagine, something big happened last week. My family was under attack. We were at war, and we knew we had to suit up -- putting on the whole armour of God. We summoned all our faithful prayer warriors and headed into battle. As promised, the God of heaven’s armies went before us as he always does. After all of that praying, commanding, and singing, God kept His promise -- just like He said He would. We’re still at war, but we’re in good company.
You see, I have always known the Lord, but He has been drawing me nearer still over the past three years. As He draws me closer, and as I continue to walk with my Abba Father, the enemy finds a way to creep in to kill and destroy. He tried that this week, but I declared victory over him in a commanding voice, on bended knees, and with tears in my eyes. The enemy attacked the strongest person in my family, and it shook me to my core. All I could say was, “God, I can’t say good-bye to another family member so soon! Let your will be done, and I’ll trust you no matter the outcome.” Over the course of an entire week, I watched my “sister” change into someone I didn’t know. Physically, she looked the same; but mentally, she was someone else. Three tours in Iraq finally took its toll on the mind of this warrior who doesn’t yet know the Lord. The enemy knew exactly when to attack. Just as I was getting bolder in my ministry and had just finished my God Story so that I could partner with Bridgeway, he attacked.
As my biggest cheerleader, my sister supports everything I do with gusto. So, when I started blogging as my ministry, she read every post -- commenting on my eloquence -- to which I always said, “The Spirit speaks through me. I just type obediently.” I believe that her curiosity was the start of her conversion, and Satan wasn’t happy about it, so he attacked. He is no match for this army though. Even when we had no more words to speak, the Spirit interceded. God began opening doors and closing others. He found my dear sister under the cover of mental darkness since darkness is as light to him. I’m grateful that we can never escape his presence. What a reassuring thought!
What I learned through this battle is that God is always at work, and when we trust Him completely, we’re blessed to see His hand in our daily struggles and triumphs. I’m so amazed at how much He loves us without limits and continues to keep us in his tender care. As for me and my house, we will continue to serve the Lord.
Michelle Malone, Blogger