" Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of sufferings are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world." 1 Peter 5 : 8-9
Satan knows our weakness- we rarely hide them- we whine and cry to others about them. So why wouldn't Satan use them against us, and to his advantage.
James 4:7- " Submit yourselves to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you"
In order to submit yourselves to God and resist the devil- you have to stay in his word and pray. Spend time with him.
My trials will not be yours- Each trial we face, depends on our strength. God tells us in his word, that he will not give us more than we can handle.
" Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God, for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempted any man
God does not have evil in him. Satan uses tests and trials to steal us from God and what he says in his word.
" Satan cometh immediately, and taketh away the word that was sown in their heart."
I feel "most alert" and ready for the trials of the day, when I get up early and dive into his word- or simply sit still in his presence.
I am a busy mom- of three boys
A nurse in a Cardiac ICU
So.... I am busy...... But what I have prayed for in the last couple weeks, is for God to show me how to slow down, keep my eyes on him- to be a better mom and wife. Not to waste my energy, more that is required, at work or on other things, but to focus on my family.
I put on my June Clever mask and with a smile on my face- wait for the day.
Well the first day- my oldest son woke up at 4:30 am throwing up, not in the bathroom, but on the carpet. Not in his room, but in his brother's room and in the hall.
The June Clever in me left and I fussed as I cleaned up puke! " Why did you walk through the bathroom - to throw up in your brother's room?
Yesterday I was spending some time with my friend- we went to hobby lobby- we had been there for thirty minutes, when the school calls and tells me that my eight year old had knocked out three of his permanent teeth while at recess.
But every thing happens for a reason. My kids have their health, so do we. On the way to school I thanked God for this minor thing. It was hard to pray, but I did. In the middle of my pity party, my son got a phone call from a school friend. The one that Andrew prayed with during lunch detention one day. This friend asked Jesus into his heart that day, but that friend was the only one to stay on the playground and look for the teeth, and also to call and check on him after the accident.
God's ways are not ours, and I also put out a "all Prayer" that the root of the front teeth re-attach and become strong again. I talked with Andrew - my youngest without teeth- or at least without all of the teeth.
That there is POWER IN PRAYER.
He agreed with me and we prayed. We felt the prayer from others. I felt them and I know Andrew did.