I will start with this: I am okay with Satan hating on me.
Sounds crazy, right? well let me tell you about a few things.
if you haven't heard...our world is at war. we have to fight. every single day. and if you don't have to...you can count yourself lucky.
my campus is a war zone. i am a soldier. maybe not a good one, but i am one. trying to shine. trying to show greater love. trying to make "on earth as it is in Heaven" come to life in Georgia.
i don't think i have ever had so much spritual warfare as i have this semester. maybe because i prayed for fearless love and He gave it. maybe because my professors favor me when they shouldn't care about a word i say. maybe because He is up to something that i cannot even fathom.
...looking at my medical chart...i have been sick more since January than i have the past year.
,,,anxiety about this next year has overtaken me.
...chaos does not even begin to describe it.
...i had my first wreck today.let's be real. i was scared to death when the guy hit me today. and then i felt sorry for him. the paramedics, sheriff, and firemen were the sweetest and treated me like i was their daughter...offering their jackets and telling me to stay in the car out of the rain. He puts good stuff in my path these days. and i was anxiously awaiting for my Daddy. i was being taken care of but i needed him. and he came. and it was all okay.
i can't help but parallel this to my life at the current moment. yes, its busy. yes, its chaotic. and yes, sometimes i feel like a wreck. and sometimes friends or Bible studies or encouragement can make it better but it only is okay when our Father gets there. when we invite Him in. to take control.
it just so happens that the wreck happens on the day after my professor tells me he will sit down with me and figure out my classes. and the day after i drove across town to give out 2 meals and a Bible. Satan hates me.
looks like he is out for me. and to be honest, that makes me excited.
because if he is scared, I am excited.
because His plans are bigger. and better. and don't make sense sometimes. but that is the part that makes the journey so exciting:)
and He reminds me just how good He is by my best friends taking me to eat Mexican andpraying over me the sweetest, most tender prayers i have heard in a long time. they know this heart of mine and go along with the crazy dreams He has given me. they are some amazing people. and we also danced under the moon, in the driveway, singing really loudly to "A Girl Named Tennessee." so tell me why not to like Satan hating?
