Long time no post. Boy, I don’t think I’ve gone a week between blogs in a good 8 or 9 months. Sorry about that. I have some really good ideas to talk about too, but I have been very busy. So today I’ll share something amazing, to me anyway. It’s a vision slowly revealed to me after reading a simple sentence in my devotional. It’s not an earth shattering prophetic vision from God or anything like that. It’s more like God rubbed a little Windex on a corner of that dark window to reveal something interesting to me. Maybe you’ve all seen this before, but I haven’t. I knew it, but now I can picture it, and it’s a vision I never want to forget.
Joyce Meyer began today’s devotional lesson with this simple sentence. “The Devil is constantly waging war on the battlefield of the mind.” The name of the devotional is Battlefield of the Mind, which I’ve posted about before, so that title is not new to me. But suddenly the vision of a MIND battlefield is new.
I picture a field, perhaps like Gettysburg, with a huge army swarming down a sloping hill. There are hundreds of soldiers, all carrying various weapons, and sharing one objective; attacking me.
I sit alone on a sofa, on the opposite hill. Next to me is a coffee table hosting a book and binoculars. A TV and refrigerator are nearby.
I pick up the field glasses and zero in on the opposing army’s artillery. Their weapons are scary and painful. One is the accuser, who constantly yells out my sins and unworthiness. Another is fear. Doubt and unbelief are there, accompanied with wrong questioning of God, and worry. Worry is great and powerful. When I finally shift my gaze away from Worry, it lands on Greed. Greed’s snarling smirk is targeted on me, as well as envy, unforgiveness, strife, and wrong motives. Pity party is there in mass to bombard with all the reasons I should feel sorry for myself and rightly so! And when I look deep into the eyes of their leader, I can’t seem to lower the binoculars. They are the eyes of a roaring and drooling lion. I shutter.
Yes, it’s an army like no other, coming to separate me from Christ, beating me down, and defeating my witness. It’s an army who wants to reek havoc in my mind, leaving me in a mess of confusion, ineffectiveness, depression, but mostly, separation from faith, thus God.
I have a choice. I can give in to the attack and let them take me captive, carrying me away to some ridiculous tortured soul prison. Or I can open that book, which of course is the Bible. It contains everything I need to defeat each and every one of those enemy soldiers. It contains everything I need to be victorious, happy, effective, and full of peace and joy. Jesus and the Holy Spirit are inside of me telling me to pick up the book, take action, pray, and quote the Bible out loud.
But the choice is mine. I am the one who has to make the move. Am I lazy? Do I need to watch a little TV first? Maybe have a Pepsi, or bowl of ice cream? Maybe I should take a little nap before getting to that book.
“Not this time!” I yell, as I reach for it, shouting, “Get thee behind me, Satan.” And he must obey. Then my eyes are opened as that drooling lion, who’s been seeking to devour me, morphs into his real self, a worm. Per the Bible, Satan is just a worm beneath the feet of Christ, who is in me; thus he’s a worm beneath my feet.
I never want to forget the above picture of Satan’s attack or the picture of his true being as a worm under my feet.
Nor should I forget my responsibility, my choice to open the book, and speak the Word in order to obtain the victory God has provided for me. For each of us. PTL! And thank you, God, for being so patient and forgiving of my stupidity. Amen.