For three years God has had me in a “secret” place. I’ve felt tucked away in my own little corner of the world in a place of rest. I confess it was hard at first. I missed being busy and around a lot of people. But God knew I needed the rest, and He knew what was facing me. He knew I would need time for grief and healing.
The season of rest is over, and I find myself standing before many ministry opportunities. I’m jumping in with both feet, excited to see what God is going to do. I knew the enemy wouldn’t like it, but this week he decided to do a number of things to shake my peace, focus, and faith.
The escalation of events has been comical until he hit me where it hurts. The first attacks were just annoying: a computer virus, the inability to pick up the Christian radio station I listen to 24/7 in my house, ridiculous trouble trying to put an advertisement/invitation together for my writing group, confusion with the final edited documents of my manuscript and proposal, etc. little etc. etc.. But then the attack escalated to problems with a friendship. The enemy surely knows the buttons to push.
I’m not blind. I know that slime-bucket’s tactics. So I pray, “Lord! Help!”
I lift my eyes to the hills-
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth….
(Psalm 121:1,2)
What do you do when you know you’re being attacked?
Much love,
andy
