Ephesians 6: 10-13 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
It is truly amazing to me how quickly it happens. You would think I would know by now after being a Christian for 30 years. You would think it wouldn't surprise me. You would think I would be prepared. What am I talking about? Spiritual attacks.
On Monday night when I wrote my post about obedience, when I invited my friends to become prayer partners with me, I should have known. But I didn't. I woke up Tuesday and I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. That weight of knowing that I wasn't being obedient. I felt great! I got up at 6 and went for a jog/walk. I ran errands with my daughter, had a playdate after school with another daughters friend, cooked dinner, went to soccer, hubby actually made it to soccer practice and was home for dinner. Sounds like an awesome day right? It was, it truly was.
Until bedtime. I don't know what it is about bedtime/bathtime that so completely stresses me out. It is like I get to a point in my day where I just need it to be over. I need to have time to regroup before bed. So the kids were not getting ready for bed, then I got in a fight with my hubby that didn't get resolved and carried over into today along with some other stressful things and it was such a complete opposite feeling of what I felt yesterday.
And then I remembered: Satan hates it when we obey God! He doesn't want to see us praying for each other, he doesn't want us to have that sort of power, that complete and utter trust in God, the feeling of grace and peace. He abhors that! He will do anything to make it harder, to give discouragement, to give us trials.
But don't be discouraged. There is power in knowing that. We can put on our armour of God. We can shore ourselves up. We can keep praying. It will be hard. I know that. I have seen it. I have felt the words he whispers in my ears to make me question what I am doing. To put doubts in my head. To actually question friendships. He makes it hard for us to be Christians. But God is stronger, more powerful, more full of mercy and love. And those feelings can carry us through. If we stick with it, it will make us stronger for the times that we are attacked. Because even though I didn't feel like it today, I kept praying. I prayed on my way to work. I prayed while at work. I prayed on my break. I kept praying. And now, even though I don't feel like I did tuesday, I don't feel like I did this morning. God's comfort is so good. I am so happy to have the hope I have in Jesus. I am so happy when my kids talk to me about what Jesus can do (even if there is a Star Wars reference- more on that later), I am so happy that when I am feeling lousy and misunderstood that I have a God who understands it all and is always there with me.
Being attacked by Satan is a gift. When we are attacked, we can know we are doing right by God. And with the whole armour of God, we can stand, we can fight, and we will win. And don't forget about the prize. Because as my 3 year old puts it "I don't want to be where Satan is, he puts fire on you."