My children and I
have recently had the privilege & blessing of spending
several weeks with my cousins-in-law. Throughout the last two
weeks or so of our stay, our twelve-year-old cousin, Josh, and I
sort of battled it out between surprise attack tickling/wrestling
matches (initiated by Josh) and ice fights (presumably where he
would daily put large pieces of ice down my back at the most
unexpected and inopportune moments!)
So, I began
planning my counter attack. I just let the wheels turn, and gave
no sign of what I was thinking. Once I came up with a plan,
however, I did give him a simple warning: “I’ll get you back;
don’t worry. It’s coming, and it will be good, and it will be
unexpected.” Daily, Josh would ask me countless times what I was
up to. He would smugly remind me, “You still haven’t gotten me
yet”, but as the days wore on, I could see him relax, thinking
I’d forgotten all about my plan for revenge. Little did he
know…
I set my alarm
for VERY early on my last morning there. When it went off, I got
up and began filling a large pitcher full of very cold ice water.
Josh’s parents, Cam & Marilyn, and his sister, Jessie, all
knew what was coming (I’d asked their permission to do this ahead
of time), so they got up with me (Apparently, Josh is quite the
prankster, so they wanted to see him put in his place as well,
haha). We snuck quietly into Josh’s dark room, and I tiptoed over
to his bed where he was sleeping so soundly, bundled up in his
nice, warm, cozy blanket. Jessie had the camera rolling, and Cam
was in charge of the lights, so I pulled back the covers
slightly, careful not to pull them all the way off ~ we didn’t
want him to wake up too soon ~ and whispered, “Turn on the
light”… Suddenly, the room was lit up, bright and almost
blinding, when I ripped the rest of the covers back and doused
Josh in the icy water! He awoke startled and screaming, scared
and shocked, unsure of what was happening. It took him a minute
or two to calm down, as Marilyn sat on the dry corner of his bed
quietly telling him, “Josh, it’s ok. It’s us. We’re here” as he
sat there trembling with teary eyes as he began to realize what
had happened.
I realized
something myself this morning… This is often how Satan works in
our lives. See, Satan does not know all things as God does, so he
has to use other methods to get to us. He observes us and he
learns what and where our weaknesses are, as well as our
strengths. He studies us as intricately as necessary, in order to
figure out the best way to get at us… the best way to trip us up,
and when he figures that out, he keeps at it, mercilessly trying
to succeed in hindering, and even stopping, our walk with
God.
Sometimes, he
(Satan) will lash out as Josh did. He will plan surprise attacks
that can come out of the blue, sometimes knocking us down, other
times, we are able to fend them off fairly easily. Sometimes, we
see them coming, or even if we don’t see them or know exactly
when they’re coming, we are alert because we do know they could
happen at any moment, so we keep our guard up and say, “Get thee
behind me Satan” (Mark 8:33).
Then, there are
those times when we let our guard down. We either haven’t been
attacked much lately, or we’ve had no problem fending off the
attacks, so we gradually become complacent, even proud or smug,
in a way, and we forget that, at any moment, an attack could come
and if we aren’t ready for it, we could lose the
battle.
Though Josh and I
were just playing a game, it’s just like my strategic early
morning attack on him. It wasn’t that I’d forgotten about him;
instead, I was waiting for the right moment to “attack”. I had to
wait until he was not on guard, and would not be able to do any
change-ups on me, possibly deterring my plan of
action.
Satan does that
same thing. Sometimes, he will step back, he will sit, and wait,
and watch, allowing us to “recover”, thinking that we have
“finally succeeded” in fending him off for good; he lets us think
that we are so good that he couldn’t possibly get one over on us.
He leaves things alone, allowing us to not only enjoy, but get
used to, how good (by our standards) things are. He gives us just
enough time to “forget” (or at least, put on the back burner) all
of those little attacks from before… And as he waits, he is
planning something major; something that will hopefully (in his
eyes) shake us to our core. He will choose just the right moment,
when we are complacent, unexpecting, and as unprepared as
possible, and he will attack, without warning, without concern,
without mercy. He will do whatever he can to leave us shaken,
feeling helpless and unprotected, scared and
alone.
But in those
times, God is there. Even when we fall under attack, God is right
there beside us. He knew ahead of time what was coming, even when
we did not. In fact, just as I went to Cam and Marilyn for
permission before launching my surprise attack on Josh, Satan
must go to God for permission before he can do anything to us
(i.e. Job 1). God “will never leave you or forsake you”
(Hebrews 13:5), and
just as Marilyn sat by Josh on his icy, wet bedside, God is by
our side saying, “It’s ok, I’m right here.” It’s just a matter of
listening to Him. You see, when those attacks come, we have a
choice to make: we can either get caught up in the moment of the
battle, and find ourselves lost in the minefield Satan has set
before us, OR… we can choose to keep our eyes on Jesus. We can
choose to “be still, and know that [He is] God” (Psalm 46:10).
When the battle is raging around us, and we are disoriented,
unsure of what to do, not knowing what is coming, or even, at
times, what is happening all around us, and we feel completely
shaken to our core, we can focus on that “still small voice” (I
Kings 19:11-13). You see, as the battles ~ the winds and the
rains, the earthquakes and fires ~ rage around us in our lives,
God is there. He is not in those things, but He is in us, His
children, and if we listen with our hearts, we will hear his
“still small voice”, reminding us that “it’s ok” because He is
there, and we are His.
I believe that
many times, God allows Satan to attack us in our lives in order
to bring us closer to Him (God). Sometimes, we get so caught up
in everything else, that we forget about His “still small voice”,
just as Josh didn’t hear my whisper in his room, and we tune it
out… When we stop listening to God in the small ways, He
uses/allows bigger things to get our attention. It’s like the
refiner’s fire: sometimes, we have to go through the fire to burn
away all that extra “stuff” that builds up, gradually blocking
our view of God, separating us from Him, and His hand in our
lives. In order to get rid of all the junk, all the little things
that we hold on to that keep us from seeing Him and hinder us
from walking with Him regularly, He has to allow it to be burned
away. It’s not always easy or fun or pleasant; sometimes, it’s
shocking, and painful, and hard. But in the end, it’s what is
best for us because it puts us in our place ~ in the place and
the condition that God wants us to be in.
So, the next time
you find yourself under attack – expected or not – keep your
focus on God. Remember that He will only allow these attacks if
there is a good purpose for it. James 4:8 says, “Draw close to
God and He will draw close to you”… take heed of that and draw
yourself close to Christ Jesus, the King of Glory (Colossians),
and let Him strengthen your faith. Let Him lead you to victory.
Don’t forget that the war is already won; we are just making our
way back across the battlefield, and Satan is there, throwing
fits of anger and fury, refusing to accept The
Truth.
But, "Blessed is
the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the
test,
he will receive
the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him"...
~
James 1:12. I'm
praying tonight for God's strength in overcoming the trials
and
temptations that
seem to crowd their way into our daily lives. May we choose to
trust in
and rely on Him,
Christ Jesus, the King of Glory, for He will see us through. He
is there,
right beside us,
just waiting for us to acknowledge Him and let Him lead us to
victory.