As the rosy pink colors were coming up this morning, God's Sweet Spirit was infusing the room. The Worship Music opened the door for Him.
There's nothing like His presence.
The Taste of Him was made even sweeter to me because of the bitter cuds I had been chewing on. Yes, my own fault! I was having a diet of intrepidation and bitter 'why me?' weeds.
So, God spoke to me about my Arch Enemy to kind of slap me out of my mudgy reverie.
Our conversation went something like this:
God "What do you think Satan wants for you?"
Startled, I think and slowly reply,
"Well, I think he wants me to live in fear."
God: "And?"
Me: "He wants me to be defeated, depressed and useless to You."....And gaining steam, I thought of some other things my Enemy wants for me, "Especially, he wants me to quit."
My thoughts returned to the grinding I've been going through...."But how I am going to get through this, Lord?"
"Be willing to bleed for Me."
"Oh,"...I think of Jesus and it still seems impossible, but I think of Him and His life....of how He knew the cross that He must bear, but He was still "annointed with the oil of joy above His companions."
Then all this weak, wounded, and half defeated servant can say is. "Ok."
But that is enough for Him.
