It’s been a rough week. I’ve had a night or two where I just cried and cried. I had a morning where I wasn’t sure I was going to make it out of bed I was so depressed. I have kids who are testing the waters. And I have been trying to get ready for a school break (not to mention Christmas).
I think Satan has been attacking us.
That sounds so dramatic. I’ve seen people react to a statement like that with disbelief, the raised eyebrow, pride, and avoidance. Who am I kidding? I think I’ve reacted like that a time or two myself. Usually the concept isn’t exactly something I want to face and so I push the thought away with the belief that Satan isn’t really concerned with my family and my petty problems.
But Satan is just as concerned with my family and my witness as God is. And therein lies the real struggle. If I truly believe that I am of importance to God, that He has His eye on me, that He loves me, and that He has His hand in my life, then Satan, as God’s enemy, would naturally want to do all he could to hurt me and discredit me.
And if I truly believe in the power of Satan, then maybe that would cause me to cling to my God in a more meaningful way. I can rest safely in the arms of my God without fear of Satan, but I need to be aware of Satan’s presence and be careful not to ignore his potential.
Pro 19:23 The fear of the LORD tendeth to life: and he that hath it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.