Loose Ends Vol. 1 No. 9

On the way home from church tonight we saw a house decorated with Christmas lights...I just put on some fall decorations on Saturday...I guess I'm a little slow this year.

Our oldest child came home from college on Saturday for Thanksgiving. As Mark likes to say, "our quiver is full again".

Its astounding to me how the enemy can attack us. Before I went to Honduras, we had a young man stand before our congregation and speak the words of Romans 8. He didn't repeat them, or recite them. He spoke them from his heart. And he challenged me. I decided to memorize Scripture each week, maybe one verse, maybe more, but something each week. So while in Honduras I memorized the Scripture I used in my devotion. And when I came home, Sue suggested to our Sunday School class 2 Corinthians 10:3-5 as a challenge to memorize for the week. So I took up that challenge.

The Word says:
For though we walk in the flesh,
we do not war according to the flesh.
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal
but mighty in God for the pulling down of strongholds,
casting down arguments and every high thing
that exalts itself against the knowledge of God,
bringing every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.
I wrote the verses out and placed them where I would see them each day. And so all week, when it was quiet at the office, or the house noise was at a low roar, I would speak the verses, trying to sew them into my heart.

And then Thursday came. And the fretting began.

I began to fret..."is she mad at me?"
"she seemed distant towards me" and on and on...

And then Friday came.
"did I get everything done?" "I know I've forgotten something"
and on and on...

And then Saturday came.
"how come they aren't coming?"
"I know I done something to upset them" and on and on...

And then Sunday came.
"well, I've done it again, stuck my foot in my mouth"
"why did I say that?" and on and on...

(And those are the ones I feel slightly okay about sharing...if you only knew what else was fretted about inside this noggin...)

Its astounding to me
that I would fret for 4 days over things
that I have little to no control over.
Its astounding to me
that I would allow the enemy free reign over my thoughts.
Its astounding to me
that after days of quoting Scripture,
I wasn't prepared to fight back.

oh how I love that word...

Its astounding to me
that He knew exactly what I needed to hear this evening at church.
Its astounding to me
that He loves me despite my failures and frettings.
Its astounding to me
that He delights in a wacko such as myself.

So this evening, this hour, this minute is better...I'm taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ. I'm girding myself with His Word, preparing myself for the next battle. Putting on His armor. Because I know it will happen again.

1 comment:

"Virtuous Wannabe" said...

I would like to kick that "PUNK" square in the behind....He (not that I want to give him any credit) is a master at this sort of thing, happens to me on a daily basis....for instance, I woke up with my butt sitting squarely on my shoulders this morning and can't even explain why....I sure love you Deb! Thanks for such a great post!

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