Jesus always gets the last laugh. As I sit here and type this blog I think back to yesterday…the moment I realized my wallet was missing…I can remember the sick feeling of dread as I realized that my wallet had been stolen. (I got everything worked out….) How do I feel? I feel violated. Someone took what belongs to me and I didn’t even know it. Normally, my initial reaction could have been anger, I could have wanted nothing but revenge for that man…to get even. But in the moment, that wasn’t what happened. In the moment all I could do was pray for him. All I could do was pray that the Lord would convict his heart for what he had done, pray that somehow the Kingdom would be advanced through an injustice done to me. And in the moment the Lord showed me what true forgiveness is like. And so I had a choice…we all do. I could choose to let the Enemy win, let him push me back and take a piece of my joy. But instead, I have CHOSEN to turn it back around on him. Im turning this injustice back onto him…praying for the man that took what was mine, knowing and expecting God to fully convict and change his heart. Satan thought he was stealing from me, but actually Im stealing from him. Im saving another “burning stick snatched from the flames” (Zechariah 3). Satan, JESUS ALWAYS gets the last laugh!
So…God I pray that you would shake what can be shaken so that what CAN’T be shaken will remain! You are all I ever need and You always provide for Your children! Amen.
