You are not alone

Lynn’s gone AWOL. Another Wonderful Overseas L’Adventure. Wow, that was a stretch. But it’s Wednesday. Whattayagonnado?

He left me for Africa.

Wait, no.

Lynn went to Africa leaving me alone.

No, that’s not good either.

Lynn’s on a ministry trip to Africa. There, that’s more appropriate.

Jax and I have a routine when he’s gone. It’s not as pleasant as the routine when he’s home, but it works and we manage. (My hat is really off to you single Moms out there, it is NOT easy.) We have breakfast, drive to school, I drive to work, then back to school, then home for the afternoon and evening stuff, we eat dinner, say prayers, and start all over the next day. Both of us wish violently for the weekend and for Dad to hurry up and get home. We love it that he’s a minister and gets to go to these amazing places, but of course we miss him.

Lynn and I are not strangers to this life, we’ve both had many a tearful airport goodbye and many a happy reunion with hugs and surprises from far-away lands. But it’s very different when you’re 40 than when you’re 10.

One thing Lynn’s travel gives me the opportunity to do is combat FEAR. I will not have it in my house! You know, just because you’ve obtained victory in an area in your life doesn’t mean the devil won’t come knocking at your door again and try to get in. I struggled with fear for many, many years and in the early years of my marriage when Lynn would be out-of-town it was pure torture. As I have studied the Word of God and learned to confess it with my mouth regarding fear, I have beaten the devil many times over and have conquered fears and insecurities in lots of areas: fear of being alone, fear of being in the house at night; fear of those insane noises that make no sense whatsoever, fear of someone breaking in, etc., etc.

I could go on and on telling you all the silly fears I’ve had to battle, and it’s embarrassing to see it in black and white, but I know I’m not alone in these fears. I know that the devil doesn’t have any  new tricks and he’ll use the same old crap on anyone who will fall for it. Well, I’m wise to him. I don’t fall for it anymore. And if I do, it’s only for a moment before the Holy Spirit points it out to me and I get a hold of it.

Just this week I had 2 very unsettling dreams. That’s just a more grown-up way of saying nightmares. Yeah, I’m a 39-year-old-woman, wife, mother, etc., and I had a nightmare. Two, actually. And it made me MAD. I am still mad at the devil over it. It’s just torment, it doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean something bad’s going to happen, it doesn’t mean I’m in danger or Lynn’s in danger, it just means the devil is the devil and I refuse to let him win.

I got up, I rebuked him, I prayed in the Spirit, and I went back to sleep. Twice.

And tonight, you can rest assured I will be on the offensive with a thorough preemptive strike before my head hits the pillow. And that will be in a very few short moments, as it is 8:45 and I can’t keep my eyes open.

The Bible says rebuke the devil and he will flee . . . you can bet I’m going to sleep sweetly tonight. Proverbs 3:24 and Psalms 127:2 will be my weapons of choice.

Make no mistake. I win this battle.

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3 thoughts on “You are not alone

  1. friend says:

    Ya know Juli, think you know of another explanation — instead of miming Flip Wilson here. Not all bad dreams are “of the devil.” There’s the possibility that the subconscious mind is tugging at you, to alert you of dangers, problems your conscious mind so wants not to consider. And if you must spiritualize it…. perhaps sometimes even God himself permits an unpleasant dream to illuminate hidden dangers. Think Joseph. Were all the horrid dreams he had… of the Devil too?

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