Last night was our last night at VBS and it was a night to remember. The sifting process began for me.
My two year old (the red head from the previous post) had a melt down. It was the worst fit I had ever seen out of her. The anger and rage that boiled up through her was frightening. At one point, I had a stool thrown at me. I knew I could not relent. I had to stay firm until she calmed down or what I saw would be the tip of an iceberg. I relied on the Lord’s word to guide me and strengthen me.
“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”
“Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far away.”
As I battled for her heart, I was battling for my own. I had to push behind the thoughts of what others might think of me or my child. I had to push back the urge to give in. I had to push back the waves of hopelessness that would hit as she would scream at the top of her lungs.
After she calmed down, we emerged from where we were holed up at and sat down. We were both exhausted mentally and emotionally. A friend asked if I was ok and I barely could answer her and tears flooded my eyes.
I cried and prayed the whole way home. This morning, I woke up thankful for God’s faithfulness and I knew I had to write about the battle we must wage against the forces evil that would cause us to give in. However, my morning didn’t go as planned. Everyone woke up early and it left no time to write. Every attempt I made throughout the day was thwarted. Then it hit me as we were getting ready for Parent Night for VBS. My mood had changed. Something was off and I couldn’t figure out what. I started feel irritated for no reason and by the time I was at dinner with my family, I was in a worse mood. I didn’t want to talk and I felt horrible.
When we finally left and heading home, I began to cry. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. I didn’t understand why I felt that way. I cried and I prayed and the Lord made clear my situation.
I was under a spiritual attack. I was being sifted. I was a threat to satan because of my obedience to the Lord. He attacked me with hopeless feelings and an exhausted mind. BUT with the power of Christ’s name he was moved away from me and peace fell over me, an unexplainable peace.
No, Satan doesn’t want his schemes revealed, he doesn’t want hope to prevail.
Moms and Dads, parenting is a battlefield. You are fighting for the hearts and the minds of your children. This world, wants your children and it will entice them in every way and will play to every desire of the sinful nature. You must put on your spiritual armor and prepare for battle. The enemy is real and he seeks to find a place to put up a stronghold in your life. My friends – fight. Seek after the Lord and find refuge in him. He will strengthen you and guide you and when the attacks come the Lord will be there and the sword of the Spirit with cut apart the arrows of lies Satan has shot at you. Do not be afraid, be courageous and strong because the Lord almighty will be with you. You are not alone to fight but the God of the universe will fight for you!
1 Peter 5:8-9“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”
““Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.””
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.””