Yes, there is something mightily creepy about all this. I'm not denying the "creep factor" here at all. It should be creepy. Satan is real, and as bad as it gets. The fact that he exists at all should render a constant creepster-hair standing on the back of all our necks. Yikes, right?
I might just avoid the subject all together if it didn't effect me...but it does, and it will, and there is an answer. And, so avoidance is not only impossible, it's futile. So, we fought back. We prayed. We continue to pray. I can have nights riddled with nightmares that have no founding except the evil that would love to keep me up worried at night, doubting the power of my God. Then, my husband speaks the name of Jesus over me, or I pray aloud and ask for peace. And peace comes, peace is available, peace is always there right in the midst of the cloudy chaos that surrounds me.
|Life is a series of steps through light and dark.|
Guys, I'm not really into "hyper-religion" or "super-spiritual" or "pentecostal apocalypse" happening around me all the time. I don't speak in tongues or heal people. I tell the truth. I'm normal (even a little boring) and honest. That's it.
So, believe me like you'd listen to your best friend telling you about the latest sale at Nordstrom when I say this: Prayer has power.
I've loved Jesus for a long time. I've been talking to Him for years now, and I still don't exactly totally absolutely without-a-doubt completely understand how prayer works. I know God hears me. I know He can relate and speak back to me. I know He cares. I know He interacts and intercepts and interrupts me when I need it, regardless of what I think I need. I know prayer can change feelings and futures.
That's enough for me to know to get on my knees and keep being honest with God about all my thoughts and questions and desires and fears. That's more than enough.
And, this new lightness in the Pardy home...well, it's hard to describe. "On paper" nothing has changed since last week, really. Daphne is feeling better (thank you, Lord) but, a job is still on its way and not in our grasp, we still have the same struggles as last week. So, it goes without saying that technically we should be feeling just as discouraged as ever. But, we're not.
There's a new lightness among us. There's a divine presence of protection that we're constantly interacting with. It's okay if this post weirds you out a bit. It's also okay if you go home and pray aloud over your furniture and invite Christ to be part of your literal, tangible, everyday life.
Tomorrow, I'll move beyond furniture and share with you how the prayers of people are making a difference. This lightness is extending far beyond the Pardy home...and I hope it finds you today.