It’s been a hard month.
In 1st Peter, the devil is described as a lion prowling around, looking for someone to devour. He’s had his go at doing that to me here in Macedonia.
Satan is a crafty man, ya’ll. And he always hits bellow the belt. He’ll use people, he’ll use experiences, he’ll use whatever he can grasp onto to make you stumble.
I’ve had every stumbling block thrown my way. He used people as a vessel to criticize and question my character. He used a month with a loose ministry schedule to make me feel homesick. For the first time on the Race, I’ve missed out on important life events back home that I would be sharing with people I love. Bits and pieces of my past came back to haunt me in strange, subtle ways. Physical sickness, emotional abuse, he’s played dirty all month.
Spiritual warfare is real & it’s left me feeling raw.
When I called my dad crying, he reminded me it takes a valley to make a peak. That you can’t recognize or appreciate the good times, without experiencing the bad. That there is always a silver lining, even if you don’t recognize it immediately.
God’s got me. He’s with me now, he was with me yesterday, he was with every step of the way that led me here to Macedonia.
And he’ll always be walking right beside me.
“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have it’s full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. ” James 1:2-4
To my supporters back home, prayers for endurance and emotional healing are welcomed.
Just for an update; I’m halfway through month 4 (my last month in Europe) in 2 weeks I’ll be on my way to Africa!
