“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” Ephesians 6:12 (NIV)
During the four years I lived and worked in Tanzania (2010 to 2014), spiritual warfare became very real to me. Without fail, it seemed that any time our organization was approaching a major event or Scripture publication, troubles arose in the preceding days. Some of the most difficult relational conflicts and unnecessary “drama” happened at those times. There was a spiritual battle waging, with the evil one trying to stop any work that might bring praise to Jesus. However, as difficult as some of those times were, I learned to get excited. Spiritual attacks became some of the clearest evidence that what was about to be accomplished was significant. And I didn’t need to worry, because I was on the winning side.
I’m not certain, but last week felt like another one of those times. Our family’s move to Colorado has been hard for us in some ways, but the Lord has also provided for and blessed us many times along the way. We’ve made great progress settling into our new home, but the emotions and struggles still exist and leave us feeling fragile. Last week seemed like terrible timing to have my parked pickup smashed into by an uninsured driver.
Part of me wanted to be devastated, but another part of me couldn’t help but say, “Huh, I wonder if this means good things are in the works and about to be revealed.” Part of me felt, “I just can’t handle all of this,” and the other part gently reminded myself, “You’re okay.”
I’ve already seen good happen as a result. The smash occurred while I was at a men’s Bible study at the little church we have started attending. Having this experience occur while with that group of guys has led to many neat interactions and conversations. A few days later, on Sunday morning, one of the guys felt led to place some cash in my hand to help pay for a portion of the deductible. I’m guessing he was blessed by the opportunity to give, and I was certainly blessed as a recipient from someone I hardly know (yet).
What else does God have in store? I’m curious.
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