When you were a little kid did you ever get scared? Were you ever afraid of the monsters under your bed or maybe in your closet? I used to think if I let my foot dangle over my bed then by the time the sun rose the next morning I would be missing my right foot. Here’s another fun one, did you used to think that every little noise in the middle of the night was someone breaking in? I can’t tell you how many times I ran to my parent’s room afraid that a “bad guy” was in our house… then to find out years later it was just the freezer making ice in the middle of the night or the house settling. However, I always had one trick that would always make me feel invisible to the world, I would close my eyes. For some reason, through closing my eyes and hiding under my blankets I created some sort of force field for myself that made me untouchable. But what do you do when the thing that scares you most is still there when you close your eyes?
A couple days ago we went to a night of worship called Zion Night at the church we have been serving with. It had literally been my DREAM DAY (you can read all about it in my next blog “Dreaming with my Eyes Wide Open”) and I was ready for a great night of worship. My word for this year is posture (I wrote about it in “Oh My Word!”), meaning what does my heart posture look like before God when I am worshiping. So, I began worshiping in my chair then by the time the second song came around I was on the ground, worshiping, my soul crying out to the Lord. I felt His presence so strong from the depths of my soul, He is always with me, but He was on the move that night. Then out of nowhere I see it. A little demon begins to torment me. I am sitting there with my eyes closed but I can see him getting real close to my face, then running around and getting in all my team mates faces. He wasn’t “touching” any of us but he was reaaaal close. I had never had this happen before where I could actually see a demon running around. Usually when I get attacked I feel some sort of heaviness or start believing lies he has sneakily put in my head making it sound like my own voice. So this was strange to me, that even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape whatever was scaring me. My methods I used as a little kid were no longer working for me anymore. I needed something more powerful this time, I needed Jesus. So I began to do the only thing my brain would think to do, I began to say Jesus Christ over and over and over again out loud. The longer I said it the fainter the image got and then eventually it fled.
I am not telling you this story to scare you but rather to encourage you. In 1 Peter 2:2-3 it says, “Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.” So just like how I was a little girl and I had this method to keep me safe but as I grew up that began to not be strong enough, the same is with our faith. We start out as infants in our faith, craving spiritual milk, but how nourished would you be if you were 21 still drinking breast milk from your mom? Well, first of all, that would be weird… no judgement… but it’s weird. Someone needs to tell ya that. But how weak would you be? At some point you need to move on to solid food, meaning you need to go deeper in your faith. In the same way, I needed something stronger now that I am grown in order to face my current monster under my bed.
So I want to leave you with a challenge this time. I want to challenge or encourage you to take some time out of your day today and just sit with God. Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal to you what areas of your life the Lord is wanting to take you deeper. What parts of your life have you nurtured with spiritual milk when really its time to start taking bites of solid food?
I hope yall loved this blog and I would love to hear what the Lord is revealing to you!
