The Fight

Last night I got mad. The summer has always been a little tricky as a teacher. With a salary, things are much easier. When that is not the case, we do other things. We just had a lovely weekend in San Diego and then Monday morning, bright and early, the other car gives out. Life happens, right? Ugh.

In this place of frustration this was not what I was looking for. So I'm thinking through our finances last night, wondering how it's all going to work out (again), getting more upset, and having a slight pity party.

You know when you're having that party right? When you question God and wonder about His plans and wonder what in the world is happening right now to glorify Him? And then my brain engaged with my Spirit and I was reminded of many beautiful discussions I've had lately. The fact that the Word of God is truth, in every circumstance, and that I can't live by my circumstance but by the Truth. The fact that I have been given all power and authority in the heavenly realms and that maybe, just maybe, God is lovingly waiting on me to jump in and be a part of this fight. And finally, the fact that if we resist the devil, he must flee.

So we fought last night, in the heavenly realm, and it felt good. I was, and am still, mad at the devil for fighting against us, for using the same lies he's used for ages and thinking that we're going to fall for them. I'm done sitting on my tush and waiting for his next attack. I'm engaging in this battle and taking back the promises of God. I'm standing on the Rock, leaning into the Fortress that cannot be moved. I'm finding my joy and strength from the One who never changes. It's going to be a fight, I can count on that. But I know that the war is already won and I'm on the winning side. So now it's just time to start living instead of surviving, fighting for the life that I'm called to instead of waiting on the world to come through for me. The world holds nothing. The Word of God is where life begins.