I’ve seen time and time again the enemy try and take our ways. He’s been doing it since the beggining of man, trying to overthrow the kingdom and call it his. He tries to gets a hold of our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams and tries to strangle them to death. He tries to fill our heads with nonsense and lies. He sucks away any happiness that we have and inserts fear and depression instead. Not only that, he tries to make our love for our Father a joke, a mockery.
But that’s just it.
He tries.
Most of my life I ran with fear, guilt, and depression. I let the enemy take a hold of my life, put chain around my neck, and drag me around like a worn-torn puppy. I’m done with that. As the last blog I posted, he continues to try and push me back into the lifestyle I used to live. Sorry to burst the bubble, but I’m not doing that anymore.
So what do I do about it?
Resist.
I’m going to stop him DEAD in his tracks. I’ve got my own walls to build up, but I also not only have an amazing team, an amazing community to support me, I’ve also got my not-so-secret weapon: God. God has got my back, and will not let harm come to me.
Replenish.
I’m going to fill up on his word. Nobody can fight an enemy without being prepared to some extent. I’ll gonna put the full amour of God on so that nothing can penetrate. Restoring myself through worship and prayer will give me the edge I need to go head first into battle.
Retaliate.
I’m gonna hit him where it hurts most. He thinks he can tempt me into living my old life, he’s wrong. I’m gonna take what he’s throwing at me, and use it for one better. God’s glory. One thing that he tried to hit me this past month was regret. I had a grandfather whom I loved so much. He ended up getting Parkinsons, and after a couple years, he was on his deathbed, and I walked out on him on the last second. I didn’t get to say goodbye.
But I will NOT let that haunt me anymore. I know that my Grandfather believed in God, and just as God is living inside of me, so is he. There’s no need for goodbyes. But I’m not gonna stop there, I’m going to do one better. I wrote him a song while he was dying, and it’s been over 2 years now and it still hasn’t been finished. My goal, to finish this song by the end of this next month in honor of him. To show that not only so truely that God has put him in a spot in heaven, and in my heart, that I will not have to fear anymore and worry about saying goodbye, but also to show that the enemy WILL NOT and CANNOT take hold of me.
This one’s for you gramps. I’ve always loved you.
