The theme of my faith reading this morning was that Satan uses feelings to pull us away from the facts of faith and we need to resist this. Last night, I felt an attack of fear and rebuked it; it subsided and I think this morning’s reading helped confirm that I acted correctly and experienced what I thought I experienced.
As I was feeding the dogs, I noticed the kibble and canned foods are both low and I began to feel afraid again, worrying about the future, about whether He will Rapture us before or after the debt bomb blows and life in the USA goes all to pieces.
He took my attention off my fear and put it on the dogs’ dishes, where I was mixing their wet and dry food together. A piece of kibble suddenly flipped out of Dewey’s bowl and into Daisey’s. As I reached to put it back, I realized the dogs could not have seen the kibble flip out, only my hand moving a piece of “Daisey’s” food to Dewey’s bowl.
From their point of view, what I did wasn’t FAIR and they’re both very keen on goodies being handed out fairly. That’s so much like how we act with God. Even when we know in our heads that we don’t know the whole picture, we still react emotionally to perceived slights as if we do know. And we feel all kinds of put upon and waste time singing the pity party anthem.
As I finished feeding the dogs and making my own breakfast, God reminded me of all the times that He has shown me in powerful ways that HE IS IN CHARGE. I just need to not let bad feeling shout over my faith knowledge.
I got this story in my email today. I’ve heard it before, but it felt so amazingly appropriate for me today.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Struggle can make us strong.
When God sends a struggle, we must trust in His plan, knowing that He knows best. We must not waste time whining about fairness or why me, but simply say as often as necessary, “I trust God and rebuke these bad feelings in the Name of Jesus.”