The Lord said to Joshua, “Do not be afraid of them; I have given them into your hand. Not one of them will be able to withstand you.”
I became a Christian after months of demonic attacks.
You know. Girl stuff.
It’s a very interesting feeling, that next morning, waking up and going about your daily routine and smiling at the checker at Trader Joe’s like, “No extreme craziness/demon activity here. Just a basket full of cookie butter.”
We don’t like abnormal.
We don’t like things that we can’t control.
I spent those months saying Jesus’s name at night (I was horrible at the whole atheism thing, apparently) and having every bit of that nightmare stop.
But it would begin again the next evening.
And the next evening.
And the next.
It was my own personal Groundhog Day with 99% less Billy Murray and at least 1% more terror.
And it only subsided the night I said these words: “Lord, I give my life to you. I am your servant. I will do whatever you ask of me. Just please make this stop.”
And then? Peaceful sleep that night and all the future nights.
I made a promise to God. He made a promise to me.
And I remember that day throughout all my future days, when love is lost, hearts are broken, dishes are dirty.
Because he closed my eyes and let me sleep.
You are all powerful. Please help us to remember that every second of the day, especially when we succumb to weakness and the stress of daily living. We thank you and praise you for the shield you use to protect us from the darkness and the light you with which you constantly bless us.
TODAY’S READING: Joshua 10